<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Bedroom 2, exiting the house</strong><br/><hr/>Jayne had slept restlessly all night, her breathing getting gradually more and more labored. Finally, not long after 8 AM, she woke with a start, feeling like she was choking. She gasped for air, and her panic over her situation caused her body to do the opposite of what she wanted - her throat constricted, shutting offer her airflow.<br/><br/>She struggled to say something, and then frantically traced 9-1-1 on the blanket, not knowing where to look for the cameras.<br/><br/>A moment later, an unfamiliar female voice came over a speaker in the room. "An ambulance has already been called, Jayne. Please try to relax. Help is on the way."<br/><br/>Jayne laid back in the bed.<em>Relax? <strong>really?</strong></em>she thought. Despite that, the knowledge that the studio was already on top of it was actually helping her calm down a little.