I don’t know where I am, I don’t remember anything. It’s dark, I can’t see. I try to feel my way around the room, and I soon hit a table. I quickly begin coughing at the dust. After a few moments, I begin moving again. I hit a lamp. It’s a few inches taller than me, with a warm lightbulb at the top. There’s a coat hanger right next to it, with only one coat on it. Unlike the rest of the decor, the coat doesn’t seem to have much dust on it, but for some reason…it’s sticky? Strange. I wipe it off and keep moving. I hit a bookshelf this time. All of the books are extremely dusty, and I wonder when they were last used. I keep touching all the books, and I come across one that isn’t dusty at all. Why does this keep happening? The lightbulb was warm, the coat wasn’t dusty, and neither is one of the books…Whatever, I just need to focus on finding a way out.

Eventually, I finally find the light switch. I turn on the light, and the room looks like a Victorian style dining room. It had a oval shaped table with a yellow cover, and six chairs around it. I begin to walk over to the door, but something stops me. A hand. Somebody is grabbing me. Somebody I don’t know, is grabbing me! I stomp on their toes, but that doesn’t stop them in the slightest. They grab me by the waist, and I elbow them in the gut. They pull back one of their hands, and for a moment I feel relieved. Until they pull out a rag. They shove it into my face, and it’s wet. Absolutely soaked, I don’t even think they wrung it out. I feel nauseous and dizzy, but relaxed for some reason. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? I’m being kidnapped for gods sake! Why don’t I have a sense of urgency?! I punch them in the nose and jerk away. Sure, there’s something wrong with me, but there’s something much worse with this person. They seem angry. At least, more than before. They grab my arm, and shove the rag into my face once more. My drowsiness instantly worsens, and I am put to sleep.