Well, due to the lack of updates recently, and the fact it's been my day off (and despite my dog being unwell) I decided to carry on and do another chapter - hope you like! Sorry it's short - next one will be longer! Thanks again for your kind reviews (…yup, lesson in the keys, kp!), please keep doing so - much encouragement required! :-)

None of original characters belong to me - original characters courtesy of A. Spelling and L. Goldberg

The room was unheated and in darkness. No sound was immediately evident from beyond the door, yet Kelly sensed she wasn't alone…wherever she was. She sat up groggily, trying to get back her sense of balance, as her brain accustomed itself to conscious thought and her co-ordination came back. She wiped a hand over her brow, then eased herself off the small bed she had awoken on, and headed for where she decided the door was. She came up to a blank wall. Okay, try again. She made her way along the wall, reaching out and feeling along in the darkness, her eyes steadily becoming accustomed to the gloom. There! She saw the door frame and reached down to the door knob, trying to turn it as quietly as she could. Locked. No surprise there then. She sighed, then turned around and peered around the room she had been left in. She could make out her bed, but not much else. What looked like a small chair stood in the corner adjacent to the head of the bed. Kelly padded barefoot back to the bed and sat down, feeling extremely uncomfortable and agitated locked up in this small room. She wondered if anyone was on duty outside. She could knock and shout out - let someone know she was awake and not going back to sleep in a hurry. The drug someone had given her would wear off at some point…no reason to pretend otherwise. She got back up, walked to the door and proceeded to knock.

"Hey…hey anyone out there?" Kelly stopped and listened, but heard nothing. There was no light at all playing under the bottom of the door. She shouted again, louder this time.

"Hey! I want to talk to someone! Somebody open the door!" She rattled the door knob for emphasis. Then a nearby voice with a soft Irish accent surprised her.

"Hey, sshhhh! Be quiet! You'll have brother Marcus down here!"

Kelly blinked in the darkness, then spoke back.

"Who are you? Where are you?" The voice had seemed to come from outside her door.

"My name's Colleen…are you new? I don't recognise your voice…"

"Uh, yes, I'm new here. I'm not accustomed to being locked up in a dark room…" these days, she added mentally, "…why are we locked in?"

"Oh," the voice belonging to Colleen answered, "it's apparently for our own good - we're supposed to spend the time meditating and getting in touch with our creator. It's only until 6 o'clock, until chores."

"Chores…great!" Kelly muttered.

"If I were you, I'd get some sleep. We don't get any other time to relax, during the day." Colleen advised. "I'm in the next room - I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks…see you tomorrow." Kelly walked back to bed and lay down, trying to go through her breathing exercises, to ward off a panic attack. This was not in the contract. Oh, come on Kelly, you're twenty eight years old, when are you gonna act like a grown up? Kelly tried to chastise herself into shaking off the old fear that was nagging at the back of her mind, like a lion pawing at it's cage, wanting to be let loose. Well it can stay in it's cage, Kelly determined, and rolled onto her side. If she brought her own bedroom into her minds eye, perhaps she could imagine she was just in her own bed with the light off. The bed was hard, but she could live with that. She also needed to work out how to handle this whole situation. She had been drugged and carted off to who knew where, and left to get on with things by herself. Kelly was under no illusions - this was not going to be a walk in the park. So, who was brother Marcus? The head priest? And was this some kind of dormitory she was in? How many people - girls - were locked up in here every night? She realised she'd get the answers to these questions in the morning, so she tried to breath evenly and think positive thoughts. Well, possibly she could make an ally out of Colleen. Possibly. She closed her eyes and forced herself to try and sleep. She thought of Kris and Bri, and wondered how they were taking the news of her resignation. Quite badly, she imagined. She'd be pretty upset herself if Kris or Sabrina did the same thing she had, today. She wondered then, if any of them would think it all a bit too strange and sudden, and wonder if something was wrong? Would they try to track her down, despite the request to Charlie to leave her be? As each thought struck her and had her questioning Alexandra Limardo's methods and plans, she then realised that Alexandra would not stand to be trifled with. If either Bri or Kris interfered, there would be some comeback, she was sure of it.

The night passed slowly for Kelly, as she churned things over and over in her mind, sub consciously keeping the lion in it's cage. Eventually she fell asleep not long before dawn. But, as with all the rooms along this corridor, Kelly's room had no window, so Kelly slept on as the sun rose outside, heralding another beautiful warm day. Inside, about an hour later, a shrill bell sounded, and shattered the peaceful stillness.

Bosley strode anxiously through the doors of the Emergency Department, looking for Kris. He scanned the row of seats in the waiting area, and found Kris, her head down, hands on her lap.

"Kris!" He sat down beside her and gently put his hand on her arm.

"How's Sabrina? What happened?"

Kris looked at Bosley, distress etched all over her face. "Oh Bos, I shouldn't have left her! I shouldn't have gone back for the stupid keys, I should have…"

"Whoa, slow down Kris!" Bosley took Kris's hand. "What are you talking about, where did you leave Sabrina?"

Bosley's soft tones calmed Kris a little. "We were on our way down to the car to go back to the office, but I forgot my car keys and went back for them. When I got back to the car, Sabrina was just lying on the ground, covered in blood!"

Kris dropped her head but Bosley kindly pulled her face up to look at his. "Kris, this was never your fault - don't even think like that!" He patted he shoulder. "Someone is out to hurt all of you and they are the one to blame for all this!" He watched Kris as she sighed and pulled herself together. "So has anyone talked to you about Bri? Do we know how she is?"

Kris looked towards the emergency room that Sabrina had been taken into. "No, not yet. But it looked pretty bad, Bos." She looked back him. "I just don't understand any of this! Okay, so they've got Kelly and burned my house - they've made their point, whatever it is! Why did they have to do that to Sabrina?" She waived her arm in the direction of the emergency room angrily.

Bosley scratched his chin, the stubble starting to irritate. He had meant to dry shave when he got to the office, but Kris had called. "I don't know Kris, you're right, none of this makes sense. I wish I knew…"

He didn't finish his sentence, as the door opened to the ER and a nurse immerged and called Sabrina's name. Kris and Bosley hurried over, fearing bad news.

"You're family of Sabrina Duncan?" The nurse asked.

"Yes... We're family. How is Sabrina please?" Kris replied quickly. A white lie - forget hospital protocol.

The nurse was sceptical but she saw the all too familiar looks of worry and stress on their faces and decided that these people were genuinely concerned for their 'relative'.

"Well, she has two fractured ribs, multiple contusions to her face, abdomen and back, a fractured cheek bone and it's most likely there will be some soft tissue damage around her abdomen due to the amount of …" the nurse paused slightly to choose her words "…blows inflicted…."

Kris visibly winced. "She's going to be okay though?" She was worried about Bri's heart - how much more could Bri take? Kris felt sick.

The nurse saw the pained look cross the lady's face and felt for her. "Miss Duncan is in a lot of pain, but her pulse and heart rate remain steady. Obviously she will be kept in for a few days for observation."

"Thank you Nurse, we're grateful for your help." Bosley smiled. "Can we see her?"

The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry, Miss Duncan needs rest - she's drifting in and out of consciousness."

"Please," Kris spoke up. "Please can we just see her?"

"She won't even know you're there…"

"Just for a few minutes, please?" Kris heard the plea in her own voice but didn't care. She just needed to see Sabrina.

"Alright, two minutes." The nurse relented and stepped aside. Kris and Bosley went through the doors, together, and Kris's eyes immediately picked out Sabrina, again hooked up to heart monitors and an IV line. A repeat of a bad dream - a nightmare. She walked up to the bed, found Sabrina's hand and slipped her own hand over it and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Can't stay away from this place, eh Sabrina?" Bosley joked softly, wondering if she could hear him. He knew how much Sabrina appreciated his sense of humour…not. Kris smiled despite herself.

"We're here Bri. You're right, we're gonna find Kelly, look after you and sort this all out, okay?"

Sabrina remained unresponsive and Kris felt rage bubble up at what had been done to their friend. "Don't you worry, Bri." She added softly.