Marcie woke, groggy and dazed. She looked around and began to panic when she realized that she wasn't in her dorm room.
Where was she? It looked to be some sort of cabin. She was sitting on a worn blue sofa. Next to her in a pile was a green wool blanket. Just then she heard a noise from the kitchen. She was terrified when she saw Dr. Haver drinking a cup of coffee.
So it wasn't a dream after all...
Tears streamed down her face. How had Dr. Haver gotten out of jail so quickly? She knew Bo and John wouldn't have let him out. Oh God... what if he had broken out? He was probably furious with her for having him arrested. She was more afraid at that moment than she ever thought was possible.
"Good morning, Miss Walsh! Glad to see you're awake!"
Marcie jumped when she heard Haver's voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I startle you?" Haver asked as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"No..." Marcie said in a trembling voice, as she moved away from him.
"Good." Haver said, smiling.
"Wh-where am I?" Marcie asked, trying to control her shaking voice.
Haver stood and paced the room. He pushed his fingertips together underneath his chin, as though he were deep in thought.
"Well..." he finally said. "Now, that's an interesting question. One I should pose in our psychology class. 'Where am I?' Makes for a good essay topic doesn't it?"
"Yes..." Marcie tried to say, but the word wouldn't come.
"I agree. I'll have to put that on the syllabus for next quarter. I'm sure you can come up with an answer before then."
Marcie was suddenly filled with rage. "I'm not taking any more of your classes! EVER!"
She screamed as she felt Haver's hand grab the back of her neck. The fury in his eyes horrified her, as her body grew cold with fear.
Why didn't she just keep her mouth shut? There was no telling what he would do now...