I sat impatiently in my diminutive cell. I could see Atticus’s light shining beneath the cracks of the door. I heard multiple cars stop in front of the jail. No one got out. My mind was racing with hundreds of repugnant things they were going to do with me. I soon heard voices. Atticus told them I was asleep, so they need to whisper. This made listening to their conversation even more arduous. I had determined that there were 4 or 5 men by counting voices, but there were presumptively more. I heard a man say that they were here for me, and that Atticus needed to move away from the door. I sat in anticipation, waiting for the door to burst open at any second. I watched the door and waited, but instead I heard a little girl’s voice screaming