When Casey woke up, she was in a room that smelled damp and moldy. She tried to look around but it was too dark. She reached up and touched her face. She felt her fingers touch her smooth skin. She had shifted back.
The sun must be up. Casey thought. She stood and began running her fingers over the wall that was closest to her, attempting to find the door. She searched over the other walls as she came to them. She finally found the door but discovered it was locked so she began feeling for a window or possibly another door. She went slow, taking her time to search thoroughly over the walls.
Suddenly, the door that had been locked was flung open and light flooded the room, temporarily blinding her.
“Finally, you are awake.
