Angelique woke, feeling the hand on her shoulder. Panic rose and she blindly scrambled away her chest heaving. Finally calming, she rubbed her eyes and gingerly fingered her jaw and head while she warily watched the two strange men.<br/><br/>Last thing she remembered was being attacked by the men she had worked alongside on the voyage to here, wherever here was.<br/><br/>Disoriented, she didn’t remember talking to the dark man; the other man was a total stranger. “Where am I? She asked. Not waiting for an answer, she inundated them with a barrage of questions in rapid French.<br/><br/>