Book one: Contagious Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. White. Flashing lights. Metal walls. Bags dripping with foreign liquids. Where am I? Why am I here? What day is it? Questions fill my mind, all of them without answers. Jimmy. A broken image of his small body being carried away floats through my mind. There's nothing I can do. No. My body thrashes against the leather straps. Bending and snapping each one. I hear a soft whir behind me. It all goes black.