The first night, he had screamed himself into exhaustion trying to get someone to hear his plea for help, but it was no good.  The sanitarium was well off the road and even further from town, not to mention the fact that he was beneath several layers of concrete, wood, and steel.  The last thing he remembered was the damp feel of the polished concrete on his cheek as he lay face down upon it, his body no longer able to oblige his need to cry out for someone, anyone, to hear him.<br/><br/>He awoke in what must have been early morning, only a few hours later.  The unlatching of the steel door was what roused him from an otherwise pleasant sleep, probably the last he would have for a long time.  His groggy state kept him from really reacting to the two men came in and grabbed him by his arms.  He couldn't really tell if they were the two men who had dragged him  here in the first place, but he knew they were dressed differently.  They wore some sort of uniform, maybe akin to a nurse.  They threw a set of clothing down in front of him which was neatly folded though now it was strewn before him like a heap of discarded trash.<br/><br/>"Get dressed."  It was more a demand than a request or even order.<br/><br/>He eyed the clothes, pulling at them with his fingers to examine them closer.  They seemed plain for the most part and unassuming.  "Where am I?"  He asked without moving.<br/><br/>"Get dressed!"  Came another demand only louder this time.  He thought about ignoring them again, but he thought better of it.  It was two versus one, and if they wanted to, they could probably tear his clothes off and get him dressed and probably not without more than his fair share of bumps and bruises along the way.  Taylor slowly undressed and slipped into what seemed like some kind of uniform.  Once he was dressed, the two men grabbed him roughly.<br/><br/>His earthy brown eyes shifted left then right from one to the other.  "Where am I?"  His voice had come and gone, but no answer replied in return.  He was ignored just like his entire screaming fit from the night before had been ignored or unheard.  Either way, it didn't matter now.  He needed to find someway of reaching someone and telling them where he as and that he was in trouble.<br/><br/>He was all but dragged out of his room and down the hall.  The only reason he reluctantly stopped fighting too much was to see if he would be brought above ground where he might have a better chance of escaping.  They passed several rectangular windows above his head which let in the rising sun of the day.  It made him flinch and turn away from it, his eyes unused to the sudden change from darkness to bright.  The two men reached an elevator where one produced a brassy looking key and slipped it into the crisp, clean stainless steel slot which looked quite technological for such an old building.  With a simple turn, the doors opened, and he was dragged inside.  Up they went after that.  Taylor was surprisingly calm, mostly because he was taking in all of his surroundings.  He was waiting.  For what, he didn't know.  An opportunity, maybe.<br/><br/>The doors slid open a few seconds later where he was met by two more men.  They looked quite menacing in their uniforms which were different than those of the men holding him.  They had what looked like nightsticks, pepper spray, and handcuffs at their waist.  The patch on their arm said "Rosanam Security."  Rosanam?  He had no clue what it was, but that was apparently where he was at.  The two men dragged him from the elevator then, pulling him down the hallway.  The windows here were full-size and covered with a metallic fence.  Clearly whoever was put in here was supposed to stay.  Maybe a prison?  Why would he be brought to a prison.  A few signs enlightened him though.  One said 'Laboratory' and the other said 'Patient Rooms 1 - 5.'  Patients? Some kind of hospital?  What hospital requires their own security officers?<br/><br/>The two men dragged him past the Patient Room sign and not to gently either.  The doors to room 5 were opened, and in he was almost thrown with not so much as a 'enjoy your stay' to fare him well.  The double doors were closed and bolted behind him, leaving him to examine the room.  Two beds, one on each side, and the same set up with desks and dressers.  The windows had the same setup as those in the hall, prison bars blocking them off.  He approached one to look out, his eyes now more used to the light of the rising orange sun.  He could barely see a reflection in the glass behind the bars.  His deep brown hair was a mess, matted to one side of his head.  He probably looked like shit too.  He couldn't really tell from the vague image being shown back to him in the window.<br/><br/>He needed to find out where he was.  What was Rosanam and why was he kidnapped and dragged there?  Outside the window was a neatly landscaped grounds with grass and lots of trees.  He didn't see a road.  Maybe he was on the back side of the building.  Taylor turned and walked back to the double doors.  He examined them for a moment, taking in their deep cherry finish.  They weren't your average doors.  They were big and looked like they could withstand some force.  He wasn't getting out with strength alone.  Another step forward and he was just inches away.  His hand came up with a balled fist, and he brought the bottom side of it crashing into the solid wood, rapping on it several times.<br/><br/>"Hey!!  Where the fuck am I?!"  He yelled one final time, hoping someone would answer him.