Arthur sat bolt up right, he looked around the room while panting heavily. Where the bloody hell was he? The walls of the room were dark grey, the light above was dim, and a small vent pumping some sort of fume. Arthur didn't know why but he was slowly calming down, were they pumping something through the vent? Wait, who was they?
Arthur pulled himself out of bed, his memories restorting itself rather steadily as he looked around his room some more. The floor was a dark grey cement just like the rest of the room, Arthur could hear a faint buzzing coming from the light bulb.
"He-Hello?" Arthur called out, hoping someone could hear him.
He noticed that the door to his cell was rather old, it looked like a door you'd see in a bunker. He took hold of the valve handle and tried to twist it, it was wedged and it was hard to move.
"Ah, bloody hell..." Arthur groaned as he let go of the door valve handle and looked around the room again.
He saw that what appeared to be a much larger vent under the bed, maybe he'd could pry it open. But with what? He continued to search, he found that there was a loose brick in the wall. He'd pull it out and several pieces of scrap metal and a roll of duct tape fell out. A stash! Someone must've been here before him, why was that thought still not anymore comforting?
He'd tape the needed materials together and crafted himself a jimmy bar, he'd move the bed and he would begin to pry it open. Soon enough, he got it to come loose. He'd pull the bed over closer to the vent so he could recover it. He knew that someone must've kidnapped him. He dragged the bed so it covered him, he'd squeeze into the vent and shut it quickly.
"There we go, now I have to see where this leads. I hope somewhere good..." Arthur mumbled to himself as he crawled through the vents.
He soon saw light pouring in through a grate, he looked down into the room below. He saw what appeared to be a cell just like the one he escaped. He noticed someone was sleeping in the bed, wait... Sally?!