Annika opened her eyes and found that she was in a really nice room, much better than she had been in for at least two months. Her bed was nice and comfy with purple sheets and a black comforter. She threw the covers off of her and stood up slowly. She didn't want to faint again. She looked around her and saw mirrors and a couple of chairs. The walls were painted a nice deep blue and the carpet was a nice deep blue as well. 'Who brought me here,' she thought, 'someone must have. I didn't come her by myself.' She started walking out of the room she was in, hoping to find some answers. She walked down the hallway taking in the niceness of the place she was in. As she walked down the stairs she realized just how weak she actually was. 'Maybe that's why I'm here, because I'm weak right now,' she thought. She hoped not as she walked towards what looked like the living room. There was a fire going and there was a table with some food on it. She walked into the living room and saw that there were a couple of chairs and a couch as well as a television. She sat down on the chair closest to the food and picked up a piece. "I don't know if I should really trust this," she thought out loud. She looked over the food and decided that it was fine. She was so hungry anyway that she probably would have eaten just about anything. As she was just finishing eating she heard someone walk into the living room. She looked over and saw this really tall man, but couldn't recognize him. After awhile she knew who he was, he was the Undertaker.