It had been two days, but Clarice still woke up feeling pretty battered.  It was still the middle of the night, so she closed her eyes, rolling over, or rather, she tried to; her eyes snapping back open, she found herself stuck on her back.  Suddenly very awake, she looked to see her arms and legs chained to the four sides of her bed.  She tried to see if there was any way she could pull them off the posts, but they were stuck immeasurably fast.

She hesitated to yell, there were members of even her own team she less than trusted, but after trying, and failing, to free herself again, she began yelling for someone to come and help her.

She just hoped there was someone friendly around to hear, and not.. otherwise.