The following morning, Tory found herself in a strange bed. Fear took over as she had no idea where she was. She found herself in a nightgown that she did not recognize. She attempted to remember the moment she had arrived in that bed. As she looked around, the sense of fear slowly left her body. The room was warm and inviting. She felt the sunshine from behind her, a stunning open French window allowed the rays in. Looking out, she found herself on the second floor.
“Where am I?” she whispered herself.
While digesting her surroundings, she spotted a simple layout. The room consisted of a bed and a nightstand. She noted two doors, one leading to the hallway and the second a bathroom door. If she had to prepare for the worst, she needed to get a feel for her surro
