If I get out of this, I'm going to kill Annabelle.
The thought held a lot of appeal as the pair of dudes, who, for simplicity, she'd named the Crab and Sharkman, picked her up in one of the many halls she wandered aimlessly. A sense of direction just wasn't something she had. Trying not to flinch at the many stares, she'd traversed at least three halls and four turns before she ran into the fellows who gave her feet a break. She might have protested their abduction more, except, in their grasp, she could relax a little, especially once they announced, "Maestro wants you."