"Steve! STEVE!"<br/><br/>Ruth bangs on the clear partiton seperating the two of them.<br/>It looks like thick solid glass, but the dull thump of her curled fist as she hits it, tells him that it's not.<br/><br/>She too had been woken by a strange....something....was it a noise? She had got up gone to the window to look outside, then could remember little else apart from feeling very sick.<br/><br/>Comparing notes later, they would realise that the exact same thing had happened to each of them, the same feeling of uneasiness, like being watched or touched gently, or some strange noise that caused them to wake. Followed by the terror of not being able to move and a blinding white light....then sickness like after riding a hairy carnival ride and this.....stark see through cells.<br/><br/>Though for now, all Steve could tell was that Ruth had been in the same situation as he had been, she was wearing a large baggy red night shirt and nothing else. Her thick curly brown hair tussled around her frightened face, her deep brown eyes wide, with a hint of relief at seeing her college mate.<br/><br/>She banged on the window again this time in frustration.<br/>"CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"<br/><br/><br/>