Mark turned and secretly showed me that his phone was sound recording. He saved and sent the recording to Tae-ho, and then he set up a new recording for the next interview. They repeated the same questions over again, then half an hour later. Finally, they let me have a break, mainly because I kept trying to tell them what they didn't want to hear and even Mark had a bit of a word with them.

"Why won't they listen? They don't seem to want the women's description, are they trying to pin it on me? Surely it makes sense to find the real culprit?" I said to Mark.

"I don't know either, hey Tae-ho sent me a text saying that they started to ask him weird questions like whether you are a Joon-Jae fan. Why did they ask that?"

"What has that got to do with anything?" I rubbed my eyes and checked the time on the digital wall clock. "It's already eight thirty, I'm pretty sure they can't keep me here as a witness. I have already given my statement three times, shall we leave?"

We looked into the corridor and when all looked clear we confidently walked to the exit, I nearly made it out when a hand touched my shoulder.

"(You can't leave, we are holding you as a suspect.)"

"(Hey my client is only a witness, what is she suspected of?)" Mark asked without translating.

"(Ms Knight, I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft, stalking and property damage, I'd read your rights but you wouldn't understand so you can read the translated pamphlet in your cell,)" The senior policeman confirmed.

"(I know I'm just a translator but that's out of order, where is the evidence?)" Mark argued.

"(If you continue to interfere I'll charge you with being her accomplice and helping her resist arrest,)" He directed to Mark.

"(Whoa, I'm just a translator. I don't even know what to tell her. Also I need to go over some paperwork so I can get paid! )"

"( Yes, of course, let me lock her up first. )" He held up some keys and pointed to the cell so I realised what he wanted, even without a translation.

"Don't worry Ms Jenny, I'll talk to Tae-ho about this. Here fill this in. I brought some spares just in case. "

Mark handed me a clipboard with a translation contract, which he took out of the new leather briefcase by his side. It looked very professional. I signed it with a raised eyebrow at the fee. He handed me a card with his number and some A3 printed cards with both languages in bold declaring 'I do not speak Korean, please call my contracted translator, ' this was followed by a large bold printed phone number.

"Tae-ho's lawyer friend set it all up but it is a pretty good idea. Sorry about the fee, apparently that's the average rate. For it to look legit, you do have to pay for it, but I'll give you a discount later. I'll bring your phone for you tomorrow and the lawyer. We are coming back for Sam anyway."

I watched him leave then turned to check out my new accommodation. At least I was on my own in the cell, sighing I sat on the thin mattress on the floor. My stomach rumbled, didn't they have to feed me or something? "Hey, is there anything to eat? " I called out. I sat in my cell after my outburst, very shocked by my situation but I might as well get properly looked after while I was here.

(Shut up,)" one policeman said.

"(Rice please!) Can I have something to eat and drink please?" Hopefully, they understood that one Korean phrase. My book was on the desk, far from me but at least I remembered those words from a drama.

I waved my printed card at the policeman until the older man called the youngster over. He quickly called the number and put it on speakerphone.

"Hey Jen, I only left five minutes ago. what is it?" Mark's voice asked.

"Um, I'm kinda hungry, do I get fed here or can you pick something up for me?" I grumbled.

"Sorry Jen, I completely forgot that you aren't coming back tonight. You can't eat gluten and dairy, is that right? I remember you wrote your dietary requirements on the form. I'll get them to feed you. They will give you breakfast too so don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Mark, you are amazing."

"Bye Jen (Sir, Ms Knight is just hungry, Get her some food and water. I will be back tomorrow to translate but just to make sure there aren't any problems, she can't have Gluten or dairy so no noodles, flour or bread! )" Mark said.

The young policeman put the speaker off and walked away, chatting with Mark about food options. I sighed and leaned against the wall. I could almost believe I was just an actress in a drama of my own, my mind imagined all kinds of cool scenarios. Maybe the male lead would walk through the door to rescue me at any minute.

"Ms Jennifer Knight?" I looked up to see the young man return with a bowl of food, which was almost better, although he disturbed my fun daydream.

He unlocked the door of the cell and sat me at the small table nearby with a pair of chopsticks and a plastic spoon. "Sorry Ms Knight," he said guiltily, "Mr Kim told me say, we eat already. It Beef soup and rice noodle, no flour." He placed a bottle of water next to me and sat watching me.

I smiled and nodded to him and he smiled back. This was the same kid that had sat with me at the back of the police car earlier. At least he seemed to care.

The meal was delicious, he let me use the little girl's room and put me back in the cell.

It was going to be a long night, I thought that sleep wouldn't come but once I settled onto the mattress, it seemed to fast forward to morning.

The small noises of phone conversations and papers being ruffled woke me.

It was nine-thirty in the morning and I had surprisingly slept for over thirteen hours, yesterday must have exhausted me. I stretched and combed my fingers through my hair, looked around and waved to the youngster from yesterday. He seemed a little older than my daughters, so I felt comfortable communicating with him.

"Ms Knight?" He replied to my frantic waving.

I gestured to the bathroom and he unlocked the cell, I was back half an hour later to see a steady stream of criminals and victims disturbing the quiet police office. I watched, hugging my knees and sitting on the mattress in the furthest corner of the cell. The second cell began to fill with men but mine was empty, except for me.

I ignored the catcalls and attention from my caged neighbours and stared at the exit, hoping to see a friendly face.

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Poor Jenny, this holiday doesn't seem to be going that well. Hurry up Mark. Will things improve or go downhill? Find out next week.