* shes wakes  up with a start.      Heart  immediately   beating like a  hard  struck   drum in her  chest.   so  urgently that she  feels the  need to   clasp a hand over top of it, or it  would  surely  fall out.   escape.   like the movies.    Shes  baffled,   she  realizes ,  to  find herself in the  later   stages of a panic  attack.   terrified,    though she cant  recall   why, she  cups her head in her  hands  briefly .  Breathing   steadily. Like a balloon.  Inhale.   exhale.  inhale.  ex---- she's  freezing.<br/><br/>Why  is so   freaking cold in here..-- she   wonders,   as it suddenly comes to her to wonder  where-here- is.     as  she lifts  her  head and  stills,   peering  around the room in absolute silence,  as even her   balloon breaths   have stalled.<br/><br/>" What the he--" is muttered,    hands  coming  down to  grip the sides of the bay of  chairs  ( who the hell falls asleep like that?.. crazy people  what did she get into... )   , as she  pulls herself  forward and  moves towards the   doors..   glancing  around the  cookie  cutter  office, and  shivering at the heebie jeebies of its  lack of live .    what happened?  did she fall?  was there an accident?  did she  get roofied?  what?..<br/><br/>Shes at the doors  now,   preparing to   push  outside,   when all that sound is a dull  thud and a  shake.  as the  glass   refuses to  open, and now shes  just pressed   against it like an idiot.  "  What the ...hey!"  she calls,    banging on the  pane with the  flat of her palm ,  trying to get the attention of those outside. " Hey!  can you let  out of here?".. no one.. seems to hear her..   but she continues ,  banging    again. "  Hey hello? I'm stuck  can you help me?  hello?..Jesus... Hello?!?!"    shes  starting to get a weird  feeling in the pit of her stomache,   as for all her noise   she goes unnoticed,  and she  stumbles   back   from the  doors.    hands   gripping her sides   as she turns ,   the panic  flooding once more..<br/><br/>" What the hell , what the hell , what the hell."  her eyes ,   tired and   with no shortage of under eye circles   , scan the room ,    brain identifying and   labeling each thing..    chair. chair. chair.   window. DOOR.  . She   utters a small sound of relief,     walking  briskly to the double  doors and  nearly body checking them  to  open,    body sent  whirling into the outter hallway as they do.  arms flug to the  sides to  try and  regain her  balance.  as she  emmits an embarrassing   squeak of alarm and  stands   stock   still,   another   voice filtering in .  and she    looks around.  turning in a slow circle to  find the source.<br/><br/>" Hello?"