1 was awakened by a clap of winter thunder， like a tympani
roll， ominously heralding the day. I opened my eyes to the
gray beginnings of dawn， and as my mind erased a dream， a
feeling of dread surged through me. I knew that they would
soon come for me. Dread turned to panic， as I sank back
against the starched pillowcase， .fighting the nausea.
I studied the room: a wooden chair， a worn dresser， a sink
in the corner， a window with bars. It was like a prison cell，
maybe like the cell that was waiting for me if I failed.
Why me? Millions of others would wake today to their
usual routines. For me， it was a day of life or death. I wanted
to run， or to push open the dull silver windows and fly away.
But there was nowhere to run， and the dull silver windows
were barred. There was no escape.
\"Dr. Kelman， Dr. Kelman.\" The night nurse loomed over
the bed. \"Time to get up now. You re due in surgery in less
than an hour.\" She looked at me somewhat disdainfully， but l
didn t know why till I splashed some water on my face， and
looked at rau.q~lf in thp mirror
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