With a cut-off shriek that curdles the blood, Jadna wakes from her place on the bunk b y the wall… curled into a fetal position, as she always sleeps during the nightmares, she passed as a heap of refuse for the short span of time since the lights came up.  Her hands and legs ache with cramps from the tension that resided in them during her nightmare, and when she sits up, groggily shaking off the strangely deep sleep, she coughs once, sits forward, and catches sight of two strange men across the room, silhouetted against the glaring light, wearing strict coveralls that remind her, intensely, of the work camps of her youth.  She scrambles into the corner of the room, looking frantically for an exit, before realizing she is cornered.  She watches, waits… doesn’t speak, but breathes heavily, rapidly, like a cornered animal.