The smoke was filling Sam's lungs. She wasn't sure if Desmond was going to help her. After all, she was just his contract wife. She was still bleeding from all the wounds that Paige had inflicted on her as she looked around her to see if she could escape, but she couldn't find any.
She winced as the air continued to fill her lungs, but she managed to pick herself up a bit and slammed herself against the wall to break the chair that she was tied to. At first, it didn't break, but as she continued to slam herself against the wall, it eventually broke.
As the chair broke, she ran to the door and bashed the iron door, but no one answered her. She yelled for help, but it didn't seem like any was coming forth. Just where was she?
The dilapidated roof of her prison was caving in slowly, causing a fire to erupt from the room she was in. Her fear grew by leaps and bounds as she ran back to the door, banging it harder with whatever strength she had left.
