Sixty: Vive le Resistance!

I'm in a high school gymnasium with a lot of other people. We're all sitting at lunch benches with our wrists lashed to the tops of the tables. We're there to be taught how to behave under the new Nazi regime.

We're instructed, in sharp German, to pay attention (ACHTUNG) to the screens hanging over the basketball hoops. The lights dim and a film starts up with the background music of The Carpenters. It's "We've Only Just Begun", which is kind of a cruel joke when you think of it, but that's the way of Nazis, isn't it?

The film is like one of those high school "what a great year we had, huh seniors?" films, with snippets of young people and the usual hijinks.

Thankfully one of my wristbands [the left one, actually] is loose and slips easily over my hand. I turn to Robert Urich, who is sitting next to me. He nods. Now's our chance! If I can loosen the band on his right hand we can get to the light sabers in our coat pockets and then FREEDOM!