The guards grabbed the somehow coherent Sara and dragged her to her room as she muttered slurred apologies. When they got to her room they sat her in a corner and took away anything that could be used as a bludgeoning weapon and or a gag, including but not limited to some of her sheets and the knobs of every cabinet. Sara just sat there and watched them carefully, when they left she crawled into her now cold bed and as she always did...waited, for the voices of her mother and father outside of the door.