Taylor had been rapping on the door for the better part of an hour off and on, and in between that, he had paced from the door to the window, shaking almost visibly with fear, worry, and anger.  The sun was now sitting higher up on the horizon, fully visible in the sky, and such was the view from his window each time he returned to it.  When he approached the door there was nothing but silence with the occasional sound of muffled footsteps on the other side.  He would hit the door vigorously with his fist in those moments, screaming about being let out or yelling the question, 'Where am I?!'<br/><br/>It was at one such episode where the door finally opened.  He had all but given up all hope, so when the door opened he was caught by surprise though as his senses came back to him, he made a move to rush for the door only to be slammed into by a warm body.  He staggered backward as the male slumped to the floor in front of him.  His brown eyes took him in.  Looked average enough.  Taylor bent down and offered his hand as the man spoke.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to try and kill you.  I just want some fucking answers.  Where am I?  More importantly, how can I get out of here?"  His voice was calmer now.  He wasn't dealing with one of the guards and clearly not someone in charge.  The man was dressed as he was, so Taylor assumed he was also being held here.<br/><br/>"I'm not supposed to be here.  I was taken...kidnapped, and I need to get out."  He continued to explain, hoping to find an ally in a place which seemed to offer nothing at all but four walls and a locked door.