Day 6,570-105 North Tower

Finally! I'm free...if I could remember what free was. I don't know where I'm going, or where I am. I know nothing. These stairs leave me disconcerted; did I climb them once all those years ago or was I born into this cell? I practically stumbled down the stairs, missing each step, for my legs don't know how to carry out their duty. A man stained red guides me to a new place and leaves the door open. I scream. I shout. I realize with this door, I could finally leave, never look back, but I fear I have no strength to carry out the deed. I tell the man: shut the door, lock it, and leave me be. I am a prisoner. I am 105 North Tower.