Preview of a Novel Chapter 2 from my book Staring at other people in their cars on the crowded NJ Turnpike Highway, noticing that people werent really smiling on the outside either made him wonder how could people be so sad and they are free. Funny the things you think about when you get sprung out of bed with no warning. As they entered the Airport, He stopped for a second and looked at the sky, for only two hours per day he'd been allowed to roam a small basketball court outside his prison wing, which had an open roof-top. He was always alone, always watched by a guard, as if he, Soufiane Choubani, A University Grad, FIA licensed Driver and ex-soccer player who had never been locked-up for more than an hour before, might suddenly become dangerous and man-handled the guard to escape. The "basketball court" was lined with a 6 meter fence topped with razor wires. Beyond that, endless, treeless prairie that's stretched to Penn State University, he presumed..