Moaning into her improvised gag in the closet, Keiko woke. Or at least, partly woke - her head was still spinning and woozy, and she couldn't quite work out why she couldn't move her arms out from behind her back.<em>This is uncomfortable</em>, she thought muzzily to herself, and squirmed in the tiny space she'd been left, trying to make sense of her predicament.<br/><br/>Outside, she heard movement and voices, muffled by the door.<em>Maybe I should call for help?</em>