Thomas Lowell had only been looking forward to an ordinary adventure away from sitting behind his desk staring out at the Manchester rain, so meeting fun new people and working abroad under the American sun for the Summer sounded like just the break he needed. But he soon learned that the work was not as advertised and the people were very serious indeed.|
"How do you know I won't just quit the job after a week and keep the money?" Lowell instantly wished he hadn't asked that, but the jet-lag was affecting him like alcohol.
Marsh grinned, and his answer was not what Lowell had feared at all.
"You are entirely free to do that, but I know that you won't because I know that you are going to love it."
He did love it, it was beyond his wildest dreams, but they never told him that the job was for life and that if he was ever to see the sun again then he must escape from the perfect prison, one where the prisoner believes that he is already free. Such an escape is clearly impossible.