Inside a small damp room lit only by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Along the walls run old rusty pipes. On one side of the room there is a chain one end is wrapped around the rusted pipe the other end is wrapped around the ankle of a dishevelled looking man in his early 40's. His short dark hair is damp with sweat and he is wearing a dress-shirt and suit trousers, both of which are now heavily creased and dirty. There is a large cut on the left side of his forehead which is surrounded by dried blood. As the man slowly regains consciousness he looks around the room taking in his surroundings, he doesn't know where he is or how he got here but as he tries and fails to wrench his foot free from its chain he knows one thing for certain, he is trapped. He tells himself not to panic and that he needs to strategically assess this situation. His eyes scan the room and on the opposing wall he notices another chain around a pipe, he follows the chain with his eyes to the ankle of a young woman. She is wearing a light grey skirt-suit with a lilac shirt, just like his clothing they are creased and dirty and her blonde pony-tail has become loose and dishevelled. Her make-up is smudged but he recognises her instantly "Tracey" he calls out to her, she slowly moves her head "Tracey, can you hear me? Tracey" he tries again. This time she opens her eyes and in a weak voice asks "Martin where are we? What is going on?"