Coffees steaming hot, another day does begin. Look out the window clear skies no rain to be seen, but the streets are filled with umbrellas, held up by those protesting. Extradition to the mainland, where the innocent will never win, guilty or not the outcomes still the same, locked in a cell and the key gets thrown away. Only way out is if you play their little game, no ordinary jigsaw, sanities the price you pay