I bang on the glass of the room. I throw a chair at it. I want to get out. I am a Na'vi I do not belong in metal. I belong outside, with the plants and animals. I am not a pet. A scientist comes in. I glare at him. 

"You are Temen?" He said. 

"Sìltsan away." I hiss. 

"Sorry kid, can't leave you. Until I know more about your visions." He said. 

I hiss at him. He sits down.

"Tell me about them." He said. 

I glare at him. 

"What do you see?"

I hiss. 

"Do you see them often?"

Silence.

"Do you often see death?" 

"Fuck off." I say. 

He stands up. He sighs. He puts a needle in me. I wince. My vision grew blurry. I fall asleep.