She slowly felt around where she was laying and found she was in a house, or something like that: a wood floor, wood walls, a table made out of something very rough. Tree bark?

Her right leg felt warm and sticky. As she tried to slowly open her eyes she found that she physically couldn’t. Something was wrapped around her eyes. Cloth? This was so strange. She couldn’t remember getting here. She tried to think back to…to – how long had she been out for? An hour maybe?

Her leg really hurt. She felt down her leg slowly and was greeted by course cloth wound tightly around her right calf.

She steadied her breath, which she just realized had been getting a bit heavy, and concentrated on listening to her surroundings. She heard the faint tick of a clock in another part of the house, or wherever she was. She also heard a faucet or something like it far off in another section of…a house she decided. Definitely a house.

She was curious about the faucet noise, so she slowly made her way in its direction…