The cramped room was cold, the air overwhelming with the fragrance of anxiety and fear. The dim light from a single bulb glinted overhead, casting faint shadows on the broken concrete dividers. Haven couldn't really see his spouse, but he could listen to her laboured breathing from over the room. He strained against the ropes that bound his wrists to the chair, his muscles throbbing from hours of battle. His eyes looked around the room, looking for any sign of an escape.
"Matthew, what the hell is going on?" Haven's voice was blunt, filled with outrage and perplexity. Matthew ventured forward, his face in part lit up. He had a bizarre, nearly fulfilled see in his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You don't get it, do you, Haven? You never did." She blended in her
