Jordan opened her eyes slowly. Gradually she became aware of a throbbing pain on the side of her head. It was all coming back to her as she looked around to try and find some discernable location. Everything was dark, and she held her hand in front of her face, hoping to detect some sort of motion to alleviate her fear of being blind. She couldn't see her hand and immediately felt herself over, searching for her cell phone, or at the very least a match so that she'd have some sort of light. She grinned, briefly, then let out a small cry as she felt the pain increase. Opening her phone, she was relieved to see the familiar light radiating from its face, but dismayed as she saw there was no service. Wherever she was, she was underground and probably a good deal outside of Boston.
"So now what the hell do I do?" she asked the stale air surrounding her. Trying not to chuckle, she replied, "Well for starters I'd better stop talking to myself or they'll think I'm insane. Then again, there's nobody down here but me so who's going to know? I've got to stop talking and just find a way OUT OF THIS ROOM!"
Shouting did nothing to help the increased pressure she felt on her head as she swayed to a standing position. At the very least her lower body was still in tact, and as she carefully felt her midsection over, she was certain there were no broken bones. Holding her phone out in front of her, she let the blue light guide her to a cement wall. Jordan placed her left hand gently onto the wall and shuffled her feet on the cement floor, moving slowly, searching every inch with the light from her phone. The pain in her head was growing stronger still and halfway into her walk around the space she began to feel sick. Lying her body onto the cool floor slowly, she scanned the immediate area surrounding when she remembered the compact she had in her pocket. Taking it out carefully, she held it up to the side of her face and let the light of the phone reflect on her skin. She was unable to see anything in the small mirror, but took a picture of the mirror with her phone and hoped she'd aimed right. A few minutes later she had pieced together the extent of her head injury. Definitely a concussion, she surmised, possible skull fracture. What had he hit her with? Who was he? Why her?