Nothing comes to mind but vague shadows and hazy impressions of memories.
...I can't
remember what I
was doing before
this.
The most plausible explanation is that I've been abducted, possibly even drugged. Statistically, these situations don't usually end well, so I know I've got to find a way out of here as quickly as possible.
I peer out, hoping to orient myself with a familiar landmark.
It's
too dark to
see anything
outside...
When did
I do that?
There's a door on the opposite side of the room which I hurry toward, trying not to dwell on the implications of my unusual appearance for now.
In these
types of situations,
composure is
key.
The window in the door is covered in a thick layer of dust, making it impossible to see through.
How long
has it been since
anyone has bothered
to clean this
room?
I try twisting the doorknob.
It's jammed...!
My blood runs cold as every terrifying possibility floods my mind.