Anya woke up in a room that was strange, and at the same time, all too familiar to her. It had exceptionally white walls that she could have considered the nurse 's office, but the feeling of it was vastly different. The smell of bleach and ammonia burned her nostrils, and she realised that she had been there before, in an era long past. Anya groaned as the painkillers wore off, leaving her with quite a dizzy head. She felt the heavy weight of metal chains holding her wrists down.

Anya gave the chains an experimental rattle, but realised with dismay that it was no use. They were stuck on tight, and fastened to secure her wrists in such a way that she wouldn't be able to slide her thin wrists out of them. She took another cursory look around the ward to try to place where she was.