Alina Calisto, age 28 walked through the halls at her busy college. She barely spoke to anyone. she couldn't... they couldn't know... they mustn't... If they knew.... it wouldn't be good... Then the world shifted again. She landed hard on a cold metal lab table. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the table with tight cuffs. Alina looked around at her surroundings. She was in a hospital holding cell. A tray table sat against the far wall with a series of syringes, each holding a clear liquid. Just before Alina could gather her thoughts, the door opened, and what appeared to be a nurse stepped through. She was short, but she looked strong. she had brown hair that went down to her waist in curls, and she had clear caramel skin, with only a few pimples. Her eyes landed on Alina with a smile;

"Well, good morning dear. I trust you feel better? You took quite a spill, love."

Alina shivered as the nurse's cold hands removed her bonds. Her eyes never left the nurse as she walked over to a cabinet and opened it, handing Alina some clothes. The nurse turned to her once more, putting the syringes from the tray table into her pocket;

"Go on and get changed love. Then the admission can begin."