SIXTEENHONEY WOKE UP alone in a private white room. At first, she thought it was a cheap hotel. But there were no windows and no furniture except for the single bed in which she had been sleeping. The only light in the room came from indirect fixtures in the high ceiling that emitted a dim gloom. She struggled to a sitting position and immediately became so dizzy she had to lie down again.
She tried to remember where she was and how she got there. Her mind was sluggish. The world felt fuzzy and out of focus. Thoughts were developing as though coming out of a fog. She held up her right arm and studied the palm of her hand. A blurred memory eventually came into focus. Someone in a white uniform was sticking a needle into her arm. Looking up the inside of her arm, she could see the bruise wh
