It wasn't long before she woke with a start, her eyes blurry from the sleep, she tried to look around but couldn't make out anything. She took a slow deep breath and tried to sit up but it almost seemed as if her body was still asleep since it didn't want to react. Closing her eyes, since they were useless at the moment, she tried to listen to what was going on around her, hearing only wind and a slight hum of something she couldn't place a finger on.<br/><br/>As much as she were still wishing she was dreaming it finally sunk in that she wasn't and a tear began to form in one eye. Pausing for just a moment she held back the rest of her tears knowing that, that wouldn't help. The only thing that would help would be a plan and that wasn't something she could easily muster up so quickly let alone execute in her current condition...she didn't even know where she was, how long she had been out. Though she did know that she wanted out, to escape, to go home.<br/><br/>The effect of the drug was begining to try to force her back to sleep but she faught it, barely staying awake, wanting to know what was going on, yet dreading the answer at the same time. The more she did fight the sleep the more it seemed like a dream, the more she thought she might be hidding, wrapped in her covers in her bed with the fan on. It was a hope, something she already knew, that was way out of reach.