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"Come here, Jack," said Susan leading him into the bedroom. "Over here, her night stand, bottom drawer, it has a false bottom. You would never know." Susan walked toward the night stand. The drawer was out and the contents strewn on the floor. "Looks like we’re too late," said Jack. Susan turned the drawer right side up and grabbed the outside handle. Pulling it toward her as she held the drawer in place, the drawer bottom loosened enough to lift it revealing a journal, letters, and some old pictures. "Look at all this stuff, Susan!" "I told you, Jack. Ginny called it her secret agent drawer," she smiled. Ginny began stirring from her drug-induced sleep. She couldn’t focus or get her bearings. As her senses began to awaken, her feet tingled but would not respond when she tried to move her legs. She couldn’t lift her arms and the pain in her head was returning. "I’m not in my bed," she thought as panic and fear began to overcome her. She was remembering now. Someone came by her bed. At first, she thought it was Jack. The face had smiled as she felt a stinging sensation in her arm and then everything went dark. She thought she had walked with someone’s help but she couldn’t be sure. The room was dark and quiet and smelled a little musty. "Is anyone here?" She whimpered. "I’m very thirsty. Please someone, help me." She began to cry, realizing she had soiled the bed. "Why would anyone do this to me?" She tried to raise her voice in a cry for help but her throat was dry and her voice too weak. "Can anyone hear me—please someone help me—please." Beginning to sob, she cried until her tears ran dry, mumbling confused thoughts and slipping in and out of consciousness.