Tears welled up in Jimmy's eyes as he longed for his parents. A long time ago his life was complete, joking with his friends, playing with his belongings but now all he had left was a tatty photo reminding him of how perfect everything used to be. Ever since old aunt Fatimata had come up with the malevolent idea of murdering Jimmy's parents out of cold blooded jealousy, Jimmy had had to cope with his harsh new surroundings. A box-sized bedroom, a timetable to use the toilet (only one chance a day) and strict and severe punishments, if only he could escape. As well as all of that, if Jimmy stepped out of his thin tether once, he would be locked up in the Punisher, a metal box with only a blanket to keep him company, for two days. How on Earth does Jimmy live like that?