Chapter Eight
Day Eight
Kimberley came awake slowly, groping irritatedly for the blankets and her pillow and not finding them. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked around, blinking sleepily and yawning. Had she kicked the blankets and pillow completely off of her bed? She had been having such strange, strange dreams all night long….
She sat up, still yawning and took another look around. For just a moment, nothing made any sense to her at all, and then she realized that those had not been dreams!
She was in some sort of cell that seemed to take up half of this dimly-lit, windowless room. The far wall was broken only by a single steel door off to one side, but it was covered with what looked like dozens and dozens of photographs taped to it. She looked around her cell again. There wa
