"Where am I?" Langdon groaned. He was lying on a soft bed in a small room. There was one small window across the room. From it, he could see the autumn leaves blowing in the wind, and the trees swaying gently.

"Hello, there," a voice said. Langdon turned to see a man standing in the doorway of the room. He was leaning against the door, drying his hands with a rag. "I'm glas to see that you are awake."

"Where's Sophie?"

"I'm sorry?" the man said, walking over to Langdon.

"Where's Sophie?" he repeated.

"I don't know whom you are talking about," then man said, suddenly looking at him intensely. "Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

"I'm fine," Langdon insisted. He tried to sit up and get out of bed, but the man pushed him back down.

"You're not going anywhere," he said sternly.

"But I have to find Sophie," Langdon said. "Who are you?"

"My name is Lenard McDersly," the man said, feeling Langdon's forehead. "I'm the town doctor. We found you last night. You collapsed, and we didn't know where you came from. So we brought you here. I don't know if you sustained any injuries to your head or not."

"Where's Sophie?" Langdon repeated. His voice was more forceful now.

"We found you alone. There was no one with you that we were aware of."

"Oh my God," Langdon said. "She's gone. I can't get her back."

"Sir, you are delirious," Dr. McDersly said. "Just lay back down, and everything will be alright."

Langdon did as he was told, and soon fell into a dark and troubled sleep, haunted by images of Sophie, Teabing, and a dieing angel.

"Hello? Hello?"

Langdon groaned and opened his eyes. Dr. McDersly was standing over him.

"Oh, good. You're awake now."

"How long have I been out?" Langdon asked.

"Oh, I'd say two days, probably."

"What?"

"I think that you might have gone into a coma. But your head looks fine. There's nothing wrong with it. But I can't think what caused the coma. Stress, maybe?"

"Where is Sophie?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have no idea who you are talking about. I don't even know your name."

"My name is Robert Langdon," he said. "I'm a professor at Harvard University in America."

"Okay," the Dr. said. "Now, can you tell me who Sophie is?"

"Sophie is the woman I was trying to rescue. Teabing and the gorilla have her. I have to find her." His voice was starting to become panic stricken now.

"Um, Mr. Langdon, we didn't find anyone with you. You wandered into our town by yourself. There's not much I can help you with right now. You just need rest. Lie back down now."

"No," Langdon said flatly. "I have to get out of here. I have to find her. Silas isn't there to protect her anymore. He's dead."

"Who?" the Dr. asked. "Who's dead?"

"Silas," Langdon said. That was the last thing that he said before the door opened to the room, and in came a woman.

"Dr.?" she said. "There's a patient here who is in critical condition. She needs immediate help. Come quickly." Then she disappeared.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I have to go now. "Duty calls." With that he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Langdon by himself.