It was a bit overwhelming stepping into this new office of sorts. Michelle would have loved to be welcomed with open arms by a group of people, not exactly caring who as long as in the center of them all was Leila excitedly running towards her. But that wasn't her reality. She glanced around the room, bleak as it was. If she was to find a key here, it would certainly take her quite some time, which was bad news considering her hunger was only worsening. It was then the door swung open, startling the young woman. Water poured in and she instinctively took a few steps back. Once the door shut close, her grip on the teddy tightened to the point where her knuckles turned white. She waited for a moment, and listening close enough, Michelle could hear additional breathing aside from her own. It could have easily been speakers strategically placed in order to create such effect, though that's a rational thought Michelle would have had she not been alone in the room faced against whatever was trying to terrorize her. 

[i]Leila, think of Leila...[/i] she thought to herself. That's all it took for Michelle to find the courage to start moving again, the previous feeling now replaced with the same internal rage as before, temporary as it was. She walked over to the phone booth, instantly being drawn to it due to its bright red hue. As she was looking over it, the scent of food filled her immediate surrounding, though there was nothing in sight, no food. Unless...

Michelle reached up towards the box after placing the teddy on the desk. It was once she had it in hand, lid fully uncovered then, that she discovered some cigars and also, but most importantly, biscuits. Good old glorious biscuits. Tossing the cigars out near feet, then quickly wiping her hand on her pant leg, Michelle grabbed a biscuit and instantly took a bite. For a moment since first entering whatever hell this was, Michelle felt relieved. The young woman didn't care to count how many biscuits there were; she just kept eating, bite after bite, until her stomach was no longer complaining of hunger and slowly began to feel full. Of course, after devouring all carbs that was bound to happen. For the first time, Michelle reached around for her bag and it was then she instantly realized, before even having the zipper between her fingers, that she had a granola bar in her bag. But she didn't beat herself up over the oversight that much; there was plenty more to worry about, things which were indefinitely more important.

The leftover food then stored away, Michelle diverted her attention to the phone booth once more. [i]Maybe I can dial out...[/i] Fully aware that her idea was a [b]huge[/b] maybe, she stepped into the booth, looking around as she picked up the receiver. There was a dial tone, nothing unusual, and then she pressed 9-1-1, holding her breath as she waited for whatever outcome was to come her way.