The only thing Nora experienced when she started to wake up was confusion. Her thoughts and senses were cloudy and she was only vaguely aware of what had happened or what was currently happening to her. She thought she might be being carried in someone's strong arms, but for all she knew she was dreaming. Her eyes half opened and she stared at the world upside down. At least a world composed of smudgy shapes that she couldn't make out in her current state. She could hear voices, but they sounded far away and she couldn't make out what they were saying. Nora made indiscernible sounds of her own as her head turned lazily, and she thought she felt someone lift her head. 

She opened her eyes wider and gazed up with unfocused eyes at a face that was almost recognizable to her. But whatever the man had drugged her with was potent and she couldn't distinguish the person's features. She thought he was a man, though. At least she was pretty sure she thought that. The person whispered to her and Nora felt her eyes droop lazily again. Before she fell unconscious for the second time she was aware that she was being carried somewhere else, but Nora slipped away before she had much time to think about it.

The floor was cold. She could feel in through her jacket and jeans. Nora made a soft moaning sound as she finally started to come to, opening her eyes blearily to find herself lying on the floor or what looked like a small closet. She also had the worst headache imaginable. Her limbs felt heavy and clumsy as she pushed herself up into a sitting position and tried to get a better sense of her surroundings. There wasn't much light in the room. The electric lamp's bulb was nearly dead and there was a little bit of light coming from the crack under the door. Nora wondered where she was for an instant before the memories flooded back to her. The arm pulling her against someone, the hand holding the cloth over her face. 

"Hey!" Nora immediately started yelling, crawling over to the door and starting to pound against it. "Hey, let me out of here!" Her voice was scratchy from not being used and it took a lot of effort to move her arms. But she didn't stop. Not until she heard something smash against the door which caused her to yelp and fall away from it.

A loud voice yelled at her to be quiet and she saw shadows on the other side of the door. Nora moved back over to it and pressed her ear against the metal door. She heard someone telling another person a lot of things that didn't make much sense to her, but she heard him saying something about "the two need to have compatible DNA" and they still had to get "the other one" and for someone else to "go to Mary's." The drag they had used still scrambled her mind but Nora worked to commit those phrases to memory. Then the voices and footsteps got farther away and soon Nora was left alone in a closet with only a dying lantern for company.