You grasp the knob once again, pulling at the door with adrenaline fueled vigor and once again, the door is unmoved....then the knob turns in your hand unexpectedly a rough spur in the metal leaving an angry red scrape across your palm. The door opens into you forcefully likely causing you to stumble back a step or two as your brother, Robert, forces his way into the room.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21822.msg847917#msg847917">Quote from: coglio001 on 03-10-2008, 01:36:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rene stood transfixed at the window, gaping at the stark view.<br/><br/><em>How can this be?</em> she wondered. <em>How?</em><br/><br/>She racked her brain trying to remember something that might explain all of this, but nothing made sense. She had been at home one moment, then she woke up here. <br/><br/>Rene shook her head, as though that might dispel an illusion. But she couldn't deny what was right before her.<br/><br/>A chill danced down her spine at a new idea. <em>Maybe I've been kidnapped</em>, she thought. <br/><br/>She turned back to the door, its peeling paint somehow filling her with foreboding. Rushing to it, she grasped the handle and pulled harder, desperate to get it open.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>