Slowly, the chloroform left her system, and her eyes fluttered open. She felt terribly groggy, and as she sat up she had to hold her head. "Ugh what... where..." She made low groans as she looked around the room. Alice didn't know this room. Nor did she know the man in front of her. It all felt like a blurred dream.<br/><br/>Then it hit her. The black van. Getting pulled in. Everything. Her face grew pale and her hands clammy. "Oh God..." she whispered, her throat closing up with fear, and she began scanning the room yet again for an open door, a cracked window, some sort of escape from where ever she was. Her attention was drawn to the guy she overlooked, and she turned her head slowly towards him. The most sheepish and fake smile she had ever formed on her lips appeared, and she murmured "I-I don't know what's going on... but I think you have the wrong person."