Part 2: Section X

Waking up the next morning, Julia and I look out the window as wek talk. I state, "We are the dead." A familiar voice mimicked and said, "You are the dead." Behind of the painting of St. Clement's Chapel was a telescreen. The Party's troop members smashing their way into the room, meanwhile knocking down the paperweight. They torture Julia as I try to stay strong. Mr. Charrington walks in. Who would have guessed? Mr. Charrington? A member of the Thought Police?