Joanna woke up in a strange room, memories rushing into her mind as she wondered where exactly she was. She had no idea what happened after she lost consciousness in the helicopter, but the bed was comfortable.
As she tried to rise to her feet, she noticed a restriction. Her hand was chained to the bed, limiting her movement. Joanna would not have been worried if her bladder wasn't so full.
"Somebody help," she yelled, especially when the only thing on the bed was a pillow. The room's interior was all white, making her bored with just a table, a chair, and a closet.
There was no one in sight, and with the white curtains covering the windows, Joanna had no idea where she was.
"Anybody there?" She asked no one in particular, wondering how Alex was keeping up after she had volunteered to go meet Logan.
The door pushed open, and expecting to see Logan, Joan rather saw a familiar female. "Fiona?"