Here we go. Not much action yet, but we're getting there.

Laura tried to figure out her surroundings through the stinging pain in her head.

After a moment she found the dimness was not only from her vision after waking up, wherever she was being held in apparently had very little light. That made the challenge of discovering what the heck was going on all the harder.

"Okay Hollis, stay calm. Lois Lane wakes up in dungeons all the time. You got this."

First she tried tentatively moving, careful to remain quiet in case her captor—if there even was a captor—should still have been present.

"Damn!"

She felt her arms and feet were tied, a fact that had gone unnoticed through the stress, searing head pain, and disorientation. Further wriggling though revealed the knots to be loose, almost like her captor didn't actually care if she escaped them or not.

Still careful to remain discreet, she work her hands free one at a time. Then, with agonizing care to move as quietly as possible, she reached down and untied her feet.

"Oh, come on!"

The act of untying herself revealed another unpleasant fact. Beneath the rope binding her feet was a small shackle chained to the floor.

"Okay, is there anything else I'm missing on my body right now?"

Sincerely concerned, and deeply annoyed, about this, Laura quickly patted herself down from head to toe looking for any remaining surprises. She breathed a soft sigh of relief upon finding nothing.

"Now it's time to figure this out."

With renewed conviction, she set to the task of examining the room. Now able to move enough to get a better view in addition to her eyes having adjusted somewhat to the dark, she was able to at least glean some information about her surroundings.

It was clearly a room, not a cave of some kind. The rough wooden floor and ramshackle walls pointed to a cabin or shed of some kind. Unsurprisingly, it looked like very few objects had been left with her. What looked to possibly be a table or desk was sitting on the far side of the room, but no other features broke up the barren desolation of the room. Most importantly by the small shafts of light peeking in from under the single door, the building appeared to only be one small room and which held no other occupants.

"Right then, let's see how badly they want to keep me here."

Laura decided to check if the shackle holding her in place was as half-hearted as the ropes were. She gripped the shackle around her ankle firmly, and flung her whole weight backwards.

The chain did not even budge a centimeter.

"Unless I can chip away the wood floor somehow, it seems I'm here for the long haul."

Since she was apparently momentarily safe, Laura finally stood up and walked around the room to the limit of her chain. Partially in order to look for a tool to help her escape, and partially to help her think about her situation.

"I seem to be in a cabin. Probably out in the mountains around Silas. I can tell because the temperature feels almost exactly the same as before I was knocked out, and the air smells faintly of local pine. So I also probably was not out long nor moved far. Lafontaine, Perry, and Carmilla were either not captured, or are being held separately. Considering the effort to grab me when I was separated and knock me unconscious before I could call for help; odds are overwhelmingly that I was grabbed alone. That means my friends are looking for me. Should I scream for help? No. Even if I wasn't moved far, my captor is still going to be closer than Carm and the others."

Laura took a great deal of time pacing in circles, examining the room in a distracted way while weighing all of her precious few options. There were a few loose nails in the wall: That meant she could possibly chip away the floor enough to pull her shackle free. She could also cry for help, and then stab her captor if, or when, they try to stop her.

However, that latter option seemed too dangerous. Silas was rife with supernatural threats. And fit as she was, Laura Hollis could barely be considered large enough to subdue a belligerent twelve year old, let alone the undead.

That left even fewer options.

"If this chain is secured so well, I'm never going to chip it loose before nightfall. And if whoever is holding me here catches me chipping it loose, that may provoke them. I'm better off arming myself and waiting to see who shows up. Then, once I've gotten a feel for what kind of psycho I'm dealing with I can plan more."

Laura worked one of the rusty nails out from the wall, slipped it into her back pocket, and waited.