She read it three times over, her mouth agape. This couldn't be happening. The bracelet immediately gave a small shock that felt like 5%, but it was hitting her with them every few seconds. The message had changed to a five minute countdown, and as the seconds ticked away, the shocks grew longer and stronger. She had to do something, the pain was becoming uncontainable. Tameena moved in a mad flurry, scrambling towards the curtain and poking her head out. There was hardly anyone around. No staff, just a few closed curtains and a woman about her mother's age walking slowly out with a pair of jeans two sizes too...