A bed came into the focus of Virginia's mind as she dazed in and out of consciousness. The nightmare she had was so intense and horrific that she had thought it was real. The comforting weight of Sully laying curled up between her legs kept her somewhat asleep, and the lack of an alarm going off let her know that it wasn't time to head into work just yet. As she slowly peeled her eyes open, sleep sticking to them thick and crusted, she very quickly realized a couple things.

One, that this was not her bedroom and two, that the nightmare she was supposedly having was not just a nightmare. She sat up quickly, pushing herself up and out of the bed she'd been in, throwing the covers off of herself in such a frenzy that she had forgotten about Sully completely. He nudged his way out from under the comforter that had been thrown on him and gave her a look that definitely would've made her feel a lot more guilty if she knew exactly where she was. She stayed very still for a period of time, every breath leaving her body felt like it sounded as loud as throwing a hammer through a pane of glass.

After what could have been somewhere between minutes or hours of standing frozen in place next to the bed in this room and not hearing any sign of talking or movement from the house beyond, Virginia finally took in the room around herself. The general theme of this room seemed to be 'neutral'. The bedding itself was gray, and the carpet underneath her feet was that awful beige-tan that cheap carpet always was. The desk on the far wall was wooden. The room itself was small, but packed full of things. The bed took up most of the center of the room, with a nightstand on either side that were for the most part overflowing with items. Books, scraps of paper, and trinkets were either on them, or on the floor clearly having fallen off of them.

As Virginia came out of panic-mode and started paying attention to the room, she spotted the computer on the desk in plain site. She slowly moved her way to the other side of the room, shuffling her feet across the floor to try and reduce the amount of footstep noises that she would produce. She didn't bother to sit at the office chair in front of the desk, instead trying to quietly use the keyboard. She pressed a couple of keys, wincing at how loud the usage of the keyboard itself was. The computer screen booted up, and she waited a moment before being presented with a password screen.

Fuck. This is not what she had been anticipating to be on this guy's computer, but he must have been smarter than leaving the person he kidnapped in his room alone with an unprotected computer.

She sighed, and looked back at Sully. He'd gone back to sleep on the unfamiliar bed. What a traitor. Dogs are supposed to attack weird men who break into your apartment, not beg them for pets and treats. She rolled her eyes and moved on, having not heard a sound in the house yet gave her the guts to try the door. It was, as expected, locked. Looking at the lock, it was the kind you could get out of using a butter knife or quarter.

Immediately dropping to the ground, Virginia searched the carpet between the door to the bed for a coin or anything, before finding a dime. God, better than nothing at least. She crouched in front of the door and shoved the dime in part of the lock, trying to twist it and get out as quickly as she could. She fumbled multiple times, dropping the dime and being so paranoid that she'd stop for minutes at a time just to make sure there wasn't someone outside.

Eventually she got the door open, and immediately her traitor dog hopped out of the bed and ran out of the room. She was at the end of a hallway, two doors on on side of it, and one door on the other. The lone door was open, and Virginia could see a sink and a toilet in what must be this houses bathroom. She walked down the hallway and at the end of it was what must have been these freaks' living room. A beat up recliner in one corner with a couch against the other wall.

The open doorway on that wall clearly led into a kitchen, brown tile instead of this scratchy, uncomfortable carpeting like the rest of the house she'd seen so far. It seemed like her dog had just disappeared, she couldn't hear him barking or the metal noise his collar normally would produce if he was running around somewhere. She couldn't decide if that was a good sign or a bad one.