Kenny sat nervously. Will they understand the clues? He got up and walked to the window and looked out over the scene below. Men and women were trotting around with very thin athletic-looking dogs on leashes. Kenny shouted and banged on the glass.
‘Help! Help!’
No one looked up. No one noticed.
How can they not hear me? Someone’s got to notice!
Kenny tried to pick up a metal chair, but it would not budge. He looked down and realized that the chair was bolted to the concrete floor. He looked around the room and noticed that everything was bolted down. The table and the chairs!
Everything is bolted down! Who bolts down everything? What kind of place is this?
Incongruously, a wooden chair stood in the corner of the room. It kept catching Kenny’s attention, and he stood there looking at the chair wondering why it looked out of place. Suddenly, he looked around the room.
All the other furniture in the room was metal!
Kenny quickly walked over to the chair. It was not bolted down! He picked it up and carried it to the large expanse of glass that fronted the room in which he was being held.
Let’s see if they notice this!
Kenny swung the chair violently at the glass. The chair disintegrated against the glass, with shards of wood and splinters flying back into the room. He looked on in despair.
How am I going to get out of here? Daddy! Daddy, where are you? Please God. Help them to understand my code.
Kenneth’s attention was drawn to the door as it swung open slowly.
‘Hey kid. What do you want to eat?’ A large man, with tattoos running down both arms, stood in the doorway. Kenny thought about rushing the door to try and escape, but the man’s forearm was bigger than both Kenny’s thighs, put together! Kenny paused for a moment.
‘Come on kid. How hard can it be to figure out what you want to eat?’