Hope lifted her head, there was a pounding at the back of her skull and she couldn't remember what had happened. She felt a hard, dried substance on the back of her head and she prodded the wound with her fingers gingerly. She looked at her hand in confusion, there was no blood on it so it could not be a new wound. What had happened? What was going on? Where was she?
She sat up in bed, she was in a well-kept room. The bedspread was light blue, the furniture white and the window opened. A breeze was flowing into the room. She walked to the window and looked out at the yard beyond. She was in a city, but not a city she was familiar with. She didn't know this place. She didn't know this room.
She looked down at her clothes, she was wearing pajamas but she didn't recall going to bed. She tho
