Forty-eight hours later after being kidnapped, Simon woke up and found himself on a bed. He looked at the ceiling and it was all white except for the huge sort of a lamp which was decorated in golden yellow and forestry green colors, it was at the top and sticking there like it was meant to be there perhaps even forever. Feeling dizzy and nausea, Simon sat slowly on the bed and looked around the room. Nothing about the room he was in looked familiar ─ neither the closet, the dressing table and nor the overall decorations inside that room looked like something he'd seen before. It was a huge room filled with all the fresh air needed for someone who just came from surgery.