It was dark oh so dark I stretch out my arms to see if I feel my way around since I couldn't see anything.

I stumble around for a few minutes, then thought I should just try to crawl; it would be kinder on my ass instead of falling down, which I have a tendency to do in situations like this.

Really, I should be scared; I have found myself one too many times walk around in the dark, both figuratively and in reality.

I found a door, sending out a quick prayer that the damn thing is open, thank God it is unlock! Whew, I step out of the dark room and I notice I am in the middle of a hallway.

At each end there is a door, well hell am I in between the proverbial rock and hard place? I have to make a decision, not something I am particularly great at, I will if I have to but I don't like to.

Whoever put me here must know me really well… I walk to the left and open that door, I see Joe strapped down on a medical table with a piece of duct tape over his mouth. I try to get him out of the straps as he keeps mumbling under the tape. I look into his eyes, "This is gonna hurt like a bitch" then I rip it off, quick like a band-aid.

"Babe, I knew you would come for me. Dios it's good to see you." WTF, Joe does not call me Babe; he would NEVER call me Babe. Something is not right here; I back slowly out of the room.

Once I am out of the room with Joe, I run to the other door. I fling that door open, not as timid as I had the other doors. I see Ranger he is in a straightjacket and has been chained to a chair. He has the same duct tape over his mouth. I don't even bother with the chain of straightjacket, I rip off the tape.

The words out of his mouth leave me stunned…"Cupcake, it's good to see you. The boys have missed you."

I ran out of that room and right back into the dark room that I was originally in when I hear a scream.

The scream came from me; I jumped to sit straight up in my own bed. HOLY SHIT it was all a dream, a fuckin' nightmare. I look around the room when I notice my husband who had been sleeping next to me look at me with concern.

"Estefanía, what's going on, are you ok?" I launched myself into his arms. That was the right name coming from the right man, my husband Hector.


A/N: This is a one-shot for Margaret, please for give its length, it's longer than Please vs Yes! Of course, the characters belong to Janet, but I sure do have fun playing with them!