Day 37: Still imprisoned. The giants feed me nothing but liquids- drugged, I think. I sleep but I can’t tell day from night. I can barely hold up my head. No insignias are displayed and I can’t understand their language. They ignore my entreaties. Yesterday they strapped me down in a hooded seat and drove me to an interrogation center where two older giants inspected me and asked my captors questions while a shaggy beast kept guard. If only I could control my hands.