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bed. No, that was not right; s he was in her room at the resort. She took a deep breath and tried to remember the room. She remembers jumping like a child on the king sized bed. She was not on a king sized bed; in fact, she was not on a bed at all. She stretched out her hand and could only feel a cold floor. Had she passed out in her room? No, the floor in her room had carpet . She opened her eyes again and looked around. She was in a small dimly lit concrete room that was no more than four feet wide and maybe eight feet long. She had been lying on the cold bare floor and there were not any blankets that she now vaguely remembers reaching for. She sat up to have a better look around, her head pounding. The gray sweat pants and t-shirt were tight and uncomfortable.
    “What the hell is going on?” She asked herself. A sickening feeling settl ed deep within. She wished her head would explode already to take the pressure off that was pushing on her skull. She reached up to hold her pulsating head. W ith each brush of her hand , s he wished her hair to be there. Her heart was beating faster. Why had they shaved her head? She tried to understand what was going on.
    “It’s a bad dream that’s all.” She said aloud hoping to wake herself up from this nightmare. When that did not work , she shouted. “Wake up, wake up!” A s the words came out she knew she was awake. She turned around looking at the room trying to figure out where she was. Her pounding head would not let her move too quickly. She forced herself to stand and make her way over to the only door in the room. She tried it only to find but it locked.
    “Hello!” She yelled and pounded on the door.
    “Hey, is someone out there?” She yelled and pounded again. She only stopped when blood was running down her arms from having beaten her fist so hard on the concrete door.
    “That was stupid.” She rested her head against the door. “I seriously doubt anyone heard me. Now I’ve hurt myself and am in a worse situation than before.” She started to laugh. “Worse situation, how much worse could it really get.” She continued to laugh until she started crying as what little hope she had , drained from her. She slid down the door to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and cried. After she stopped crying, she tried to rationalize what was going on. Had there been an accident and someone found her, some psycho?
    “Don’t be crazy,” she said aloud , “you need to focus and remember what happened last.” She got up and paced around the room. “Okay I remember leaving home and I almost turned around at the state line rather than going to the resort, b ut I didn’t and I continued on. I stopped at a pull off to take in the view.”
    She remembered now how the memorial pulled to her, made her hike through the deep snow to have a look. If it had been a warning, she had not heeded it and had continued on to the resort. She remembers having a fabulous time with all the much-deserved attention and the evening wrapping up with dinner. She stopped pacing; her head pounding she lay back down on the floor and tried to remember.
    “Dinner what happened after dinner?” She could n o t remember. She was sure of one thing though if she did not return from her trip Arlin would be looking for her. He would not have the patience to be with the kids much longer than the weekend. Panicked by the thought of her kids, she stood up much quicker than she should have and passed out, hitting her head on the cold, hard floor.
     
     
    She jolted awake. Someone was at the door. She sat up as the door opened and a man walked in. She was surprised; her first panicked thought of some psycho having found her, she half expected him to be hunched over and missing an eye.  He stood tall and both eyes seemed in tack but he was slow, unsure perhaps, in his movements. The dark pants and t-shirt he wore seemed familiar and she got up and ran towards him.
    “Help me. Where am I?”
    “I-I