The Flash Backs? It had been two years since, Mr Collins, ended his secret not that any knew it. Mr Collins awoke one raining, gloomy Monday morning, when he realised that he wasn't in his own home. He looked around at the surroundings, all he saw was a old desk stacked with paper then there was a tray yet again full with paper but screwed up. Mr Collins didn't recognise where he was exactly. He got up and walked across to the window, he pulled up the blind, and saw a lot of police cars mixed with ordinary cars, he thought that he was in a block of flats or in an apartment. But he was mistaken, he walked over to the old wooden desk and looked through the papers, as he did he came across a file the read 'Mouse Trap'. -whats this meant to be?- he thought to him self, he opened the file it contains photos of traps, then more photos that looked like bodies, shocked he sat down in the office chair. Mr Collins brushed his finger through his sweaty dry hair, he brushed off his black shirt and stood up, he brushed his dark grey striped trousers off, they happened to be dusty.