You look around, not sure where you are. As you think in this you realize you have no memory. You recognize that this should worry you, but you feel strangely relaxed. Then again, why should it feel strange?

As you survey the room you notice the sketchbook again, and look at the coordinates once more. Nothing of importance there it seems. You sit up and walk out of the room with its whitewashed walls and stark red furniture, looking like blood against the pure white.

You walk into what must be the kitchen, with its shining metallic counters and Red cabinet handles. You pick up a small card attached to the metal countertop. Inside the card you find the words, “3 days. Make them count.” You wonder who wrote it?