Awaking to a headache is never a good start to a day. You stretch on the bed and yawn. All the while of what seems a split second you imagine the coming day. Sun or rain? What's for breakfast. A whole notion of a life that, as you open your eyes, you realize is not your reality, fades. You bolt upright and scream as you take in your startling, confusing and otherwise frightening condition. Grey metallic bars form a cell around you and the dirty mattress on which you sit. Your leg has been chained to the ground. Your clothes have vanished and in the cells adjacent you see others, men and women, in the same predicament. It's hot, humid and eerily quiet. Panick congeals in your stomach like a bolder and the desire to scream again is snagged in your throat. The whirlwind in your head gives way to one thought...