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........ Arlo ....... I open my eyes, panting and I move my arms to my face. I forgot about the restraints but I’m surprised to find them removed. I’ve been here for three weeks now and my body is sore from lying in one position. So, I sit upright. Harry kept me here because he was concerned I was going to make an attempt on my life again and until last week I was sure I was going to. He organized counseling for me. I wasn’t participative at first. I couldn’t. I didn’t see the point. But now I am. Last week I had another dream. I woke up in the cabin like the last time. I took my car and went home, but when I got there, I was confronted with a nightmare. It was hell. There were no houses. Everything had burnt to the ground and my pack members were in chains. They looked like skeletons