The woman places a red file on the table. You notice your nameon it, written below the sun dial emblem. She gives you a half smile, she seems genuinely sorry. You didn’t expect that of aregressive judge. You heard they were trained to be tough,unemotional and unforgiving.“I am sorry but it is the law. According to article 5 of the pastcrime act, you must be aware of all crimes and the evidence,committed by you in your last three generations”. She says,looking anywhere but at you.Suddenly there is a flash of light and a thud that echoesthroughout the stone room. The woman, Melanie, screams andcovers her head with her hands. Cartwright doesn’t flinch. Hesimply scrapes his chair across the floor and walks to thewindow that's just been hit.“Fire bomb.” He shrugs, looking down into the street. You see aslip, just a small change in his face. What is the expression? Heyanks down the blinds and you realise it was fear.As Cartwright sits back down, you hear the voices outsidegetting louder. There is a loud roar, screaming and thenspluttering. They must have brought out the water hose.Melanie is shaking now; you notice the pink hue of her eyelidsand the small watery smudge of her mascara. Emotional,scared. Not like a regressive judge at all.“Please go on, Miss Taylor”. Cartwright puts a hand on hershoulder. She struggles with a smile and picks up thepaperwork.