Lena was in bed, reading. She had closed her book and was about to turn off the lights when she heard that female voice again.
"Find Marc Spector."
"who's saying that? Hello?"
"Find him."
"I don't even know who you're talking about. Are you sure you've got the right person…? I don't know if you put a speaker in here or what but I don't know any Marc Spector. Stupid name."
"We need to find him."
"Oh, it's we now? I need sleep." She turned off the lights.
"Yes, Paulena Peters, sleep."
The lights turned on. "Well, I won't do it if that's what you want. Do you get off on watching women sleep? Can you even watch me? Is there a video camera here?"
"No camera. I'm simply an observer."
"… mmmkay." Lena yawned. "I'm going to turn off this light again and if I see a red dot anywhere in my room I'm going to call the police… just because you're a lady voice doesn't mean you're not a pervert. Plenty of ladies can…. Be… serial… killers."
Lena nodded off to sleep.
She woke up on a bus in her crop-top and short pyjama set.
She screamed. People on the bus looked. She instinctively covered her chest with her arms as she's not used to wearing such small outfits on her bigger frame.
"Where are we going?"
"The airport." A passenger answered.
"Airport…. I need to get off the bus."
"It's an express. You'll just have to take another bus when we stop." The elderly passenger from before answered. "We're almost there."
"Almost…. There?"
She blacked out again.