"Wake up!" a voice whispered in Bianca's ear.

Groggily she opened her eyes. She felt terrible; her mouth was dry and there was pain floating somewhere outside her body but she couldn't tell where the sensation was coming from.

"Wake up!" the voice commanded again.

Bianca looked around for the source but here was no one there, her mother and David were gone.

"I'm hearing things." she muttered.

"Of course you are," the voice said, "You are hearing me."

And suddenly as if she had always been standing there, Marissa was gazing down at her with a concerned smile. She was as she had seen her in her dreams; Marissa from the day of the shooting in her silk gown and her long hair flowing passed her shoulders.

"You're not real." Bianca exclaimed, recoiling slightly.

"You must be getting better if you can recognise that." said imaginary Marisa still smiling. "But that doesn't mean you don't have to listen to me."

"What?" asked Bianca, she still felt confused.

"It's time to get out of here!" Marissa exclaimed. "Get up!"

"…Out of here?" Bianca muttered, and then she saw that the door was ajar.

"Come on, before they come back," Marissa insisted. "Move… move!"

Bianca wasn't sure she had the strength but she rolled over anyway and tried to haul herself out of bed. Her legs gave out under her and she collapsed into the floor in a heap.

"Come on, move!" Marissa was still insisting. "Don't just lie there!"

"I can't… my leg!" moaned Bianca. Her left leg had buckled as soon as she put any weight on it.

"But you've done it before!" Marissa exclaimed. "You were hopping around as easy as anything before your Get Better art exhibition!"

Bianca found herself wondering how a Marissa from the day of the shooting could know something like that; but Marissa hadn't finished yet.

"Are you going to be a victim all your life. You are a Kane woman! Where is your strength? Where is your fire? Where is your rage? Are you going to just lie there and give up, knowing you will probably never see your babies? Or are you getting out of here? There is no one who can save you but you. Now get up on you feet and save yourself!"

"I don't have the muscles any more. I need a brace." Bianca exclaimed.

"Then find one!"

"Where am I going to find a…" began Bianca and then she noticed the wood from the broken chair littered all over the floor.

It seemed through the unrelenting urgency of her hallucination of Marissa, her mind was determined to get her out of there.

…

Bianca lurched down the corridor on her improvised brace, leaning all of her weight against the wall as she went. She had strapped the slats from the chair back to her leg with strips of bed sheet. So far it was holding. The unidentifiable cloud of pain she had woken with was staying with her too and seemed to intensify with every step.

When she emerged from her cell she had been surprised to find it unguarded. Now as Bianca made her way through empty passageways she kept expecting any moment that someone would find her and take her back, but no one came. It wasn't like she could run away of they did find her.

She was shadowing the furtive figure of her imaginary Marissa; she wasn't sure where her mind was leading her but she was now in a part of the building or complex she had never seen before.

"Hold it!" Marissa whispered, signalling for Bianca to stop just before they reached a corner.

Bianca could hear the voices too; a group of people were approaching from the right.

"In here!" Marissa exclaimed indicating to a door beside her.

Bianca ducked into the room, noting the sign on the door as she went. It read Oficina de seguridad… something to do with security? Bianca closed the door just before two men in white coats walked past.

Bianca turned to take in the room. It was empty, but there was a sign that had been occupied not long ago. The bank of security monitors were all on, showing various grainy green shots of corridors similar to the one Bianca had struggled down. There was also a coffee cup on the nearest desk. Bianca felt the sides, it was still warm.

"Now what?" Bianca asked looking around the room nervously. It felt weird asking a figment of her imagination for advice.

"I don't know," said Marissa, "This is your escape. But if I were you I'd be looking for a way to contact the outside world."

"Right." said Bianca and she headed over the in nearest computer. It was locked out and was asking for a code. Then Bianca noticed the phone.

She moved to pick up the receiver and then stopped, what if it was only an internal phone? She looked around the desks and noticed taped to the table top was a list of phone numbers. At the bottom next to an asterisk was the number 9.

"Are we sure the asterisk means outside line?" Marissa asked.

"We will only know if we try."

"But who are you going to call?"

That was a good question. It wasn't like she could tell anyone where she was; she didn't even know what country anymore. As much as she just wanted to talk to Marissa and the kids but she probably only had time for one call before she was discovered and that call should be to the police…

Bianca's mind switched gears. If she called the police maybe they could trace the phone call and find them. But as she didn't know what country she was in she could hardly just dial 911 and hope for the best.

There had to be someone she could call who could help them!?

The trouble was, she couldn't remember any numbers for Jesse or anyone at the Pine Valley police station either.

…