Lucas woke up in a circular room. He had no idea how long it had been; the last thing he remembered was getting back to the apartment after work. And at work…had he actually?
He shook his head. Looking about he tried to make sense of where he was. The walls around him were glass, but beyond it was darkness. Lucas squinted in a vain attempt to see into the dark. Suddenly he was blinded by the lights turning on. As he stumbled backwards in shock he heard voices talking.
"He's awake."
"Should we let them know? All of them?"
"Yes, as soon as possible is best."
The lights turned off again and Lucas was left dazed and confused. He tried to piece together what had happened.
He had been at work; he was called in early to help one of the new guys with his first client. He'd sat down at his desk. The next thing he remembered was Nate looking at him confused, blood running down his face. He'd gone home, then…
Here.
It wasn't the first time there had been gaps. He'd just thought he was stressed. But this wasn't stress. This was the man, the man he'd seen all those months ago in his mirror. Why hadn't he told anyone? He caught sight of himself in the glass. The white, prison-like jumpsuit he was wearing had drained him of any colour he may have had left. He looked like a ghost, a shell.
Lucas sat back down, resigning himself to whatever fate his captors had planned for him.