The longer her eyes were open the easier it was to see in the dark. Nothing about where she was seemed the least bit familiar. Dirty and musty, she knew that she was underground somewhere. The dusty camp bed she was laying on wasn't very comfortable or soft. It reminded her eerily of the cellar she was held prisoner in almost a year earlier by William Wood. Had she come full circle? Was she right back where she started? Just the thought made her laugh to keep from crying in her frustration.