<div style="text-align: justify;">While Jonathon was getting to his office, across town, a young woman was just waking up. Her eyes opened very slowly, and she looked around, apparently confused. That was not her bed. That was not her bedroom. She knew that before her eyes were even fully opened. What... what was she doing here? What had happened last night?<br/><br/>Slowly, the young woman moved to sit up. She felt her head hurt, and a slight wave of nausea. Had she been drinking? That didn't make any sense. She didn't drink, and certainly not enough to forget an entire night.<br/><br/>As soon as she managed to sit down, the girl rubbed her eyes and tried to remember what she was doing there. Standing up, albeit a little wobbly, the woman walked to the window and looked outside. A garden. A large garden. She really didn't remember having been there before. Running her hands through her hair, she looked around. Her shoes were gone. Her purse was in there, though, and she picked it up.<br/><br/>Her money was in there. But her documents were gone. Why? Why? Why? The question kept repeating itself in her mind. Shaking her head, the girl forced herself to think. There were more important questions. Such as where she was, and how she would get out of that place. <br/><br/>Feeling her heart race, the girl went to the door and tried it. It was unlocked. Slipping out of the room, the girl walked out slowly. The place was... empty. Why was there nobody in the house? <br/><br/>Deciding it didn't matter, the girl moved to leave the house as quickly as her bare feet would take her. Before whoever had taken here there returned, which she imagined would happen at some point. Rushing off the house and running through the ground, the girl had to jump over a lower part of the fence, tearing her dress up a little and hurting her hands. It didn't matter, she needed to go away.<br/><br/>Stopping at a street, she called the first cab she saw and handed all of her money to the driver, asking him to move north and go as far as her money would take them. <br/><br/>The driver did as he was told, and dropped her off in front of a building she had never seen in her life. Not feeling like arguing, the girl left the cab with her now empty purse and thanked the man. She stopped to read what was written on the nameplate. P. I. That was exactly what she needed. Maybe he would help her and allow her to pay as soon as she could get home? Well... it was worth the try.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the girl tried to smooth her torn dress and rang the doorbell, waiting and hoping that there was someone inside.</div>