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Meg opened her eyes with a start, unsure where she was. She wasn’t at home, or at Billy’s house. She wasn’t in that cold, bare room where she’d been taken and strapped down to a table, like an out of control mental patient. Moving her arms and legs experimentally, she discovered she was free. Wherever she was, she wasn’t strapped down like before. The room appeared to be a proper bedroom. There was a dresser and mirror against one wall. The dresser held a few small knickknacks, aged figurines mostly, and an antique hairbrush. On the other side of the room was a chair and a small table with several books sitting on it. Meg herself sat on a simple bed, covered with dark green cotton sheets. Everything was simple, but comfortable.
Meg stood and walked around the room, studying everything
