Once again it was sunlight that woke Jocelyn from unconsciousness, it was warm and pleasant on her face. Then the memories began to crawl their way back into her mind like a disease eradicating any sense of calm. She sat up and looked around the room properly for the first time. Everything was white. The walls, the floors, the bed, the tables, the wardrobe even the bloody cup her water was in was white. To mundanes white was symbol of good and purity, but Jocelyn was raised as a shadowhunter a knew perfectly well what message this room was meant to give off. Death. Pure and simple. Fear began to creep into her subconscious but she beat it back, she would not be intimidated she promised herself. Not after all she had been through! Not after all she had survived! Well that was the theory, whether it would actually happen was a whole different matter.
How long she sat in that room Jocelyn would never know. She tried to open the door but got a severe electric shock which was enough for her to try to find a way out of the window. But became almost hypnotized by it, enough that she forgot completely what she was trying to do. The window in question, which she had since decided was an illusion, never showed any sign of changing the scene, weather or sunlight beyond it. It simply showed a field with wild yellowing grass and I cherry tree standing alone. There was no breeze to ruffle the leaves and the sun never moved from its high position in the sky. Yet surely time must be passing. The one cup of water had run out a long time ago and her stomach began to growl. After what felt like hours she stomped moodily over to the table with its stupid plastic chair beware of the plastic white garden chair she thought and began to laugh. And carried on laughing. Until she was on the floor in hysterics. Being alone with nothing but fear and suspense as companions will do strange things to you.
She was snapped abruptly from this strangeness by the door being opened. Valentine stood there framed in the doorway dress in all black, his pale hair a damp halo. He smiled almost infinitesimally and raised an arm beckoning her to him. Only the thought of spending even a moment longer in that room could have pushed her to run to him without thinking of the possible consequences. Seeing her run to him sent small shockwaves through his ego.
As they walked out of the room down the long winding corridors Jocelyn didn't give a second thought to where they were going to, so glad was she to be away from that room. They arrived at the door that seemed to lead out of the apartment. Confusion chased its way around her head what is going on? Valentine's smile grew until he looked like a particularly fearsome predator. Upon looking at his face Jocelyn broke her earlier promise not to be intimidated, she began to shake. His face suddenly became expressionless as he pushed open the door…