Willow blinked her eyes open as her blurry and faded surroundings came into view as her eyes focused as best they could but...this wasn't her bedroom. This realization caused the girl to shoot into a sitting position however her head began to spin at the sudden motion and she slumped over slightly until the dizziness had subsided. When it did she sat up very carefully, struggling to make sense of the room she as in. She knew she was on a bed and she could make out the squareness of the room, which told she was in a small room of some kind. It didn't help her though that the lightening was dim, therefore making her partial blindness even more severe, leaving her barely able to tell one thing from another. 

She closed her eyes, listening hard. It was quiet at first but then a loud voice over the intercom made Willow jump almost a foot off the mattress in fright. After her initial scare, she carefully listened to the message. The gears in her head turned as she tried to link the message to the type of place she was in. Holding cells were mentioned...was she in some kind of medical facility? Before she could think more on the matter a sharp pain in the back of her neck distracted her. She guessed the shock at finding herself in a strange place had worn off and the pain was making itself known. She reached back with her right hand and felt around carefully. Her hand jerked upon contact with something but then she began to examine it with her fingers. Was she...branded with something? There was defiantly scarring of some sort. She then felt other lines branching away from the seal thing but she knew that she would never be able to tell what they were without something to aid her. She resolved to figure it out later and pushed the problem to the back of her mind, unaware that the tattoo was very visible on her face but since she did not have a mirror she was unaware of that fact.

Willow swung her legs over the side of the bed and she stood, her legs wobbly at first but she quickly regained her balance. She then began to walk around the room, examining things as best as she good. She finally had to resort to using her hands to feel along the wall as she walked. She encountered something that felt like a door but when she tugged on it it didn't budge. She sucked in a deep breath and tugged with all her might and after a few moments of nothing the door gave way about an inch. By the time the door was open enough for her to slip through Willow was panting from the exertion. She stepped out into the hall but quickly stepped back towards her cell. The hall was completely dark to her. While others might have been able to make out vague things with the dim lights, Willow was unable to see at all. If she found a flashlight, she might be able to make her way slowly down the hallway but then what? She didn't have a clue where she was nor just what was out there in the darkness. 

She turned back her cell to go back inside when she noticed a slight brightness in the dark. She stepped closer and realized it was a screen. After much squinting Willow was able to figure out that the screen contained information about her. She glanced at the date but then did a double-take and examined it closer. She blinked. [i]That's impossible. I was "admitted" April 10th, in 2015 so....how can it be ten years later without me being aware of time passing? Was I in some kind of cryostasis and had just now woken up from it?[/i] 

She bit her lip and stepped back inside her cell to see if she could find anything useful.