She didn't know what time or day it was anymore. She had no recollection of where she was or who had taken her. The drugs had started to wear off and she was able to move again. She could tell that she was in a small space, with the wall no more than six inches away from her. It was cold and the floor was hard beneath her. Her head pounded as she tried to sit up. Something dark covered her left eye. She guessed it to be blood. Her vision began to swim and she felt nauseated. She laid back down, listening for something, anything that would tell her where she was. When she heard nothing, she tried to cry out, but the rag in her mouth kept her from making any noise. Tears fell down her face as she curled into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She knew that if she died, that she would have at least died with knowing someone. Zoey and the First Family. That at least brought some comfort to her heart.

The motorcades containing Ellie and Liz, along with her family arrived at the White House late Saturday afternoon. They had both come after having spoken to their father and confirmed that Zoey was missing.

"Have you heard anything," Ellie asked as they quickly walked up the stairs of the White House.

"No," Liz said, "Nothing." They walked into the bedroom and found their mother sitting at the table, looking outside.

Abbeyturned as the bedroom door open and saw her two daughters standing at the entrance, both looking out of breath. She stood up as they rushed into her arms, holding them both tight. She kissed each of them, whispering how much she loved them and thanked God the two of them were safe.

"Where's Dad," Ellie asked, finally pulling away.

"Down in his damned office,"Abbey replied, "When did you get here?"

"Just now," Liz replied, "Have you heard anything else?"

"The Qumari are demanding the release of two prisoners in exchange for her return," Abbey said, sitting back down. She had Liz and Ellie's hands still clasped in hers.

"What," Liz asked, in shock, "But the White House doesn't negotiate with terrorists."

"I know," Abbey said, "Your father reminded me of that." They could both tell that their mother was bothterrified and angeredby their new options.

They both looked up as their father walked, a bewildered look on his face. "Dad, what's wrong," Liz asked, standing up. The look on his face scared her. She thought that they had found Zoey's body.

"You need to see this," he said, motioning for all of them to follow.

She hadn't seen anyone for hours. It was still dark wherever she was. She had heard muffled sounds, people talking, sometimes arguing. She desperately looked around for something to help her escape, but there was nothing. The walls were smooth and not a sharp object to cut the ropes around her wrists in sight. She struggled to keep her eyes open, knowing she shouldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door opened and a figure stood in front of her, bright light surrounding them. She started to struggle, trying to kick them, but was grabbed from behind. She let out a muffled scream, thrashing around violently. She felt a sharp sting in her arm, then a liquid that felt like fire ran through her veins.

She was thrown to the floor, landing on her arm with a sharp crack. Tears fell down her face as she tried to kick at the door in front of her, but was stopped by the drugs she had been injected with. Her body fell limp, her head falling to the side as the drugs took their full effect.

"Jed, what's going on," Abbey asked as he rushed them down the hall. She realized with a sharp stab to her heart that they were walking towards Zoey's room at the end of the hall.

"Jed," she asked, finally grabbing his arm and turning her around. "What the hell is this about?"

"Zoey," he said, trying to catch his breath, "She's…"

"She's what," Abbey asked, tears filling her eyes, "God Jed, she's what?" She finally lost control, breaking down into hysterics. She sobbed Zoey's name over and over again, each time, her name was said with increasingShe clutched at his shirt as tears fell down her face. She shook her head, her nails tearing into the soft fabric of the shirt he wore as Jed tried to hold his wife up. She didn't care. All she wanted was her baby back.

"Mom," she heard a soft voice ask from somewhere.