I slam my fist against the glass one last time before slumping back on to my bed. In the corner of my eyes I see the shine of keys through the key hole. "Hey, for God's sake stop banging on the glass!" The guard says, as he swings open the door. I look into the room next to mine and then back at the guard. He was the guy who had the book. In the words of the god of thunder himself; he will die for that.
