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OK my friend… I do not know how the fuck I got here but… here I am.

It's dark and if I feel in my pockets I can find a lighter maybe… or matches. Christ.. is it safe to light something? Would a naked flame set off some odourless gas?

Yeah would be just my luck. Boom-shaka-laka. I can practically hear Owen saying 'what was that? Did you feel something?' while pausing the squeeze of the poor little stress relief alien thing on his desk, the eyeballs popping out as he turns in his chair to look at Tosh, shrug and go back to squeezing the life out of his toy. Right.

Mind you… I might not even be near the Hub. Or even… fuck… am I even on Earth?

Where the fuck am I anyway? I reach out and feel the wall next to me. Metal. Is it an elevator? I reach out both arms and feel sides… OK.. so it's like… a box? Only I do not fee a door.

Great… way to panic now.

I feel mild pain in my shoulder, deep like a fell against something or… seatbelt maybe? I don't know, I don't remember. The team will be looking for me by now right? Surely SOMEONE has noticed their fucking laundry did not come through the feckin blast doors.

Right?

How long have I been here?

I reach for the nape of my hair and let my finger feel for the tracker… I cannot' feel it and it's slippery. I pull my fingers around and smell..nothing… so I lick them moments before my brain goes EWWWWWW right… that was stupid. But I taste blood… something else. Gasoline? Or… something else sort of antiseptic maybe? But why would someone lamp me one and then fix me before popping me in a…. og god no… not a coffin… please no.

I find my phone in my pocket… oh thank god. My phone.

Does it even work?

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So… is there a lighter?

Matches?

Is it safe to light?

Is it an elevator? Coffin? Or something else?

How long has it been? And the most important question here I guess… will the phone work?