Mattie heard screaming that sounded far away, or like she was listening from underwater. She didn't react, didn't move, didn't even process the fact that it was screaming––let alone Nick screaming. There were voices, voices but no discernible words. It sounded as if someone was talking to her, or perhaps about her, but all she could pick out was her own name among the echoes and garbled broken-sounding English. 

After that, she sank into brief nothingness: no sound, no thought, only a faint cold feeling on her forehead. Eventually a fully-formed thought broke through: [i]Where in the shitting hell am I?[/i] 

It triggered her eyes to open fast and wide; an initial blur sharpened into surroundings. A room. A bed. Nick in one, and, right in front of her––youch! It really was that bastard Jacob! Up shot her heartrate again. In the blink of an eye she'd heaved up into a sitting position. He was holding them prisoner for sure. Or he'd brainwashed Nick. No, he'd most definitely brainwashed Nick. Why else would they have been staying together? 

Of course, Mattie had chosen the wrong time to wake up. So she said nothing, did nothing, but glanced toward the window. That would do. In time.