Claire squints as the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows hits her eyes. Her head throbs with dull pain. And even as she tries to remember what happened last night, she dimly realizes: Wait, our apartment doesn't have floor-to-ceiling windows!
She looks around. The room is huge, yet lavishly appointed. Outside, she could make out the tops of trees and the hills nearby. Where is she? What is this place? What the heck happened to her?
She tries to get up, and to her horror, she's wearing a different set of clothing. She's used to wearing an oversized t-shirt and underwear when she goes to bed, but here she's wearing proper sleep garments.
Claire walks around, inspecting the room. She goes to the window and gazes outside. Down there, she could see a man tending the bushes. She could make out a long driveway that seems to go over the horizon. Everything is so peaceful, so calm. But what rages in her head is nothing but one question: What is this place?
