An unpleasant sound was reverberating somewhere in between Sara's dream and waking up. It got louder.
"Miss Sidle! Miss Sidle!"
Sara's head was really hurting. It felt compressed.
"Miss Sidle!" The clanging became persistent and even louder. Sara opened her eyes.
Bricks. Metal. Cold.
Where was she? Oh, and fuck! Her head was absolutely throbbing. Her brain was squeezing tears out of her eyes. Her lower arm was in a splint. She was sleeping in a cold lump on a strange bed. She looked around in a quick scan, uncertain as to where she was. She was in a cell, she soon realized.
"MISS SIDLE!"
"Sweet Jesus WHAT?" Sara shouted. Her eyes took a moment to focus. Outside the door was a woman who looked of authority and impatient, quite possibly not because of Sara's slow reaction.
"You have a visitor, Miss Sidle. Please Follow me," the woman said. She had big hair and severe features. She unlocked the door, and led Sara down the hallway to a door. This door required a swipe-card to enter and had a tiny window in the top middle. A green light beeped professionally, and they entered this room.
It was an interrogation room, with a chair, a table, and a chair that were peculiarly far away from each other. With great sadness and confusion Sara realized it was probably for the protection of not her, but the visitor. She didn't want to think she was in some sort of nut-house, but the thought didn't surprise her, and that was to her a slight bit ……weird….. she was escorted to the rickety, metal chair.
Her visitor entered.