It was common knowledge to all of Frederick Bern’s associates that he did not like loud noises; so to be rudely awoken by one was quite unusual for the first generation immigrant. He jolted slightly, almost completely curling up before his instincts thought better of it and stopped the motion in progress, reducing it to only a small twitch. His head was pounding like it happened been stepped on by an elephant; which was not possible to survive but if Fritz went against the grain of nature and did survive, than this would be how he felt. Back to the point though, Fritz was on a floor, and while that wasn’t unusual, he was on the floor quite often in his dorm, what was unusual was that the floor was both made of cement and completely filthy. He was not in his dorm.

	Next observation, he wasn’t alone in the room. If he controlled his breathing enough and closed his eyes he could tell there were at least four to five other people in the room with him; and since no one had woken him up before with their noise, they had to be knocked out as well. Only to awaken, like him, by the blaring alarm and the rude male voice that sounded like it came from some sort of intercom; or a big telephone on speaker. Fritz was assuming he had been kidnapped, and for all he knew his kidnappers had giant telephones. It’s not like he could see from his position on his stomach, face grinding into the cement. 

	When he heard movement from one of the other people in the room Fritz had a dilemma. Should he look up and see the other? She sounded like a woman, despite how quietly she spoke. If she was awake that meant the others are now awake and that means he must look pretty silly. But a part of him, terrified of moving and anxious of making himself known, wanted to continue playing dead. Maybe they would ignore him and the kidnappers would leave him alone? No, that wasn’t likely; Fritz finally shifted slightly once more, so his face was off the cement on looking at where the female voice came from.