To my right was a small window. Thick iron bars peeked through wooden boards secured to the wall. I felt nothing coming through the opening, which told me something unseen was cutting me off from the world outside.  I discarded it as an escape route.

Quiet. It had been so long, I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Sitting cross-legged on the cot—the effects of whatever they’d used to knock me out slipping from my system—I scanned the room.

I eyed the door to my left....