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"The plane will be landing at Logan International Airport in approximately fifteen minutes. We advise that you gather your belongings and prepare to leave the aircraft. If you need any assistance, my name is Cheryl. Dave and Amber are at the rear of the aircraft and you may ask us for any help you may need. We trust you had a pleasant flight we hope to see you fly with us again. Thank you and good evening."

Emma joined a congregated sigh with the rest of the passengers aboard Air Canada flight 291. It had been a long journey from Vancouver to Boston with a nearly six-hour layover in Toronto for maintenance. She was relieved it was almost over and eagerly began packing her possessions. She noticed all of the vacationers and almost wished this trip were a vacation, she had heard wonderful things about Boston, but had never been there herself until now.

After gathering her baggage she lined up outside in a queue waiting to hail for a taxi. It took a long while but she finally managed to snag a yellow cab before a man with mousey brown, flyaway hair and bright blue eyes. He glared at her before stalking off to find another taxi. Emma noticed that his eyes followed her as her taxi drove away. Immediately she knew she was in trouble, but decided not to let him bother her.

"Your hotel isn't far from here," The turban clad driver told her, "It's just downtown, on Devonshire Street."

Emma nodded, "If you could get there as quickly as possible, that would be a plus." She was tired and wanted to catch up on some sleep before she had to attend to business in the following days.

He pulled up outside her new home for the week, The Club Quarters. She took a breath. It looked expensive for her taste but she was not going to complain because her future company was paying for it. As well, this location was convenient for her because the business she needed to take care of was only a short taxi drive away.

The bellhop helped remove her luggage from the taxi while she paid the driver. She checked in and he led her up to her room.

Finally, she was alone; she began making herself comfortable by changing her clothes and preparing for bed. She was so tired she contemplated whether to brush her teeth for fear of falling asleep at the bathroom counter. She laughed at the thought and went to do it anyway. She turned her back for a second and there was a click, as if the door was opening. She went back out into the room but nothing was amiss. She shrugged blaming her imagination for playing tricks on her and resumed brushing her teeth. However, as she wiped her face she thought that she saw a dark figure slip past the slightly open door.

Meekly she called, "Hello?" She shook her head and foolishly thought that if there happened to be a stranger in the room why would he answer her when she asked who was there?

She opened the door with her foot. She could only see the opposing wall and the floor of the hallway. Only one of the bedside lamps were on and it cast a strange, formidable shadow against the wall. To her left would be the door and to her right would be the rest of the room. With no foreign sounds, she began to think that she was being irrational. She stepped out into the hallway facing the room with her back to the door and immediately took a step backward, just in case there was somebody in the room she could get to the door faster. Relieved to find there was nobody within her view, she turned around and secured the door.

Turning once again, she found that she was dead wrong and before she could scream or do anything to defend herself, a muscular man was upon her forcing white pills down her throat. She struggled weakly but within minutes, she was nearly comatose and the man in black was leading her out the window of her room on the tenth floor.

AN: First chapter! R&R this is my first fic in a very long time. I am a little rusty, don't worry our favorite characters will be introduced soon!