Soft pillows, crisp, clean sheets laced with fine expensive fragrances, and an incredibly soft bed were what Alexa woke up to.
Listlessly lying on the bed, she remembered the event from last night as her eyes darted around the strange room. Its pristine tall walls, golden silk drapes and extremely high ceilings spoke of an opulence she wasn't familiar with, except...the blurry silhouette of a tall blonde with a deep baritone voice suddenly blared through her mind.
Christopher Vice.
It was he, wasn't it? He was the one who had saved her from Bobby Stark.
Her memory of the night was a bit fuzzy, but she had a feeling he was the one.
Her eyes darted towards the door when a soft knock rapped on it, and a middle-aged woman walked in. She looked surprised at seeing her awake.
"You're awake." The woman smiled as she walked into the room and towards the bed. "I was beginning to worry we'd have to call back the doctor."
