Maya awoke tired, and with a great sense of vertigo. It was perhaps only the latter that prevented the former from keeping her in a deep sleep.Her hair hung down around her face and to her shame, a thin thread of spittle had dripped from her lip to the floor. She was having an intensely hard time remember where she was, and why the hell she was suspended from the ceiling. "Hello," she croaked, and it felt like she had not used her voice in so long. Maya felt sick to her stomach, which threatened to heave whatever food she might still have in there.<em>What happened to me</em>, she thought to herself.