"Wake up, Dr. Magnus," a cold voice ordered.
Helen tried to open her eyes but all she could make out was a blurry figure standing above her. The stranger seemed surrounded by a soft gold halo, big green eyes blinking at her as the figure moved closer and closer until Helen could feel their breath on her skin.
She moaned, trying to shift away from the hostile figure but her hands... her hands. She couldn't move her hands.
Restraints, she thought blearily.
Then a cool hand grabbed Helen by the chin, forcing her to look straight at the green eyes. Blinking, Helen worked to focus. She couldn't remember anything which was almost as worrying as finding she was tied down.
"Don't play the fool," her captor growled. "I will get the answers I want from you, Helen."