Imagination is what keep us alive

- Where is he?
- I am now free
Like my little girl.
- Free?You have imagination.

- Fantasy protect us. That keeps us alive. You still alive, but always less. Inside is all yours.
You are the boss of everything, you are the king, but look around you, what you see? Everything is prepared.
All out.
You have nothing.
Nothing except cells, bars, and a rusty metal staircase. You'll never live because you outside does not exist.
Nobody will remember you.

- Behave yourself.
Tell me where he is.
- Lacey?
It is well with him.
He is gone, Rizza.
- What did you say?
- Way.
- Where is he, Frank?
- The kid is Free


[the escapist]