Glenn blinked and struggled to open her eyelids. She had to squint in order to take in the scene around her. It felt like someone had hammered nails into her head. She felt overwhelming dizziness as she sat up.
"Feeling any better?" His voice. Again. It haunted her when she slept and when she woke.
"No. As a matter of fact I don't," Glenn's icy voice shot at him. She looked around her. The room had light pink wallpapered walls with cream carpet. She was sitting on a bed in the middle of the room with a velour-like cover on it. Immediately she knew she was in a hotel room.
How did I get here? And more importantly, how am I going to get out?