Introduction 4

Prologue
Dream/Vision
Date and Location Unknown 

If I am to leave, I will need some clothes, and I do not see any visible. Jennifer walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. There were clothes for both a man and a woman, with the male clothes to the left and the female clothes on the right. The styles were obviously old fashioned, perhaps from the early to mid 20^th century, with dresses for the female. Everything is old. Nothing seems to be modern. 
 
There was also a military style uniform on each side. He is military. … Or paramilitary – police – I guess. And there is a woman who lives here who is as well. Fear washed through her body again. I need to get out of here.
 
I guess a dress would probably fit. The dress was relatively plain and actually covered her body, so she took it. These are not my clothes, but they seem acceptable. Jennifer put on the dress. I need to figure out who this guy is. She carefully walked to the stenka in order to look for an id of his. There were some personal belongings on top of it. She picked up two ids, one of them a passport, the other the size of an id card, but thicker. She moved closer to the window in order to get enough light to read and examined the smaller one first.

“Committee for State Security.” DHS? Is he trying to get information about my friends? She shook as heat and dread ran through her body again. But her brain was not paralyzed by uncertainty. It was working quickly, focused on trying to understand.

I can't be doing anything which warrants surveillance. And I doubt I know anything useful to track others. But he doesn't know that. ... Is he trying to blackmail or seduce me? It won't work, but maybe he doesn't know. … How did he get me here? This can't be legal. ... Why is his id here then? Did he expect me to wake up after him? This seems too trustful for me to be a mark.

Sergey Volkov. I am not going to remember that. … Well, wolf boy, like the picture. I wonder if this means something.
 
Before looking at the passport, a photograph caught her eye. There was a man and a woman, in uniform. The man was probably the one on the bed. His image matched the one in the id. He certainly has a wife. She is clearly police as well. She appears to be higher ranking. … Since when can I read military ranks? … I wonder where she is. Her purse is here, but she is not. … She looks similar to me!
 
Something is really odd about this situation, and I do not know what.

Introduction 3

Prologue
Dream/Vision
Date and Location Unknown 

Jennifer was at this point wide awake. She carefully made her way to the end of the bed, where she had enough room to stand up comfortably. From here she had a better view of room she was in. She looked around to determine where she was. 

Jennifer first noticed the paintings on the walls next to her. Above the bed there was a painting of a wolf. On the wall next to her was an image of an angelic version of Athena. Fear flowed through her body again. Whoever put these here knows me. There was something familiar about the design of the images. As if they came from her soul. ... Did I make these? That wouldn't make any sense. Unless this was a dream. Or she had amnesia.

She saw on the wall right next to her an opening to a hallway. Through the opening there was a wall on the opposite side, but she could see the corridor went left and right. It ended immediately to the left of the opening at a kitchen. To the right it continued before turning forward, away from the room she was in. The stenka she had seen before was right after the opening. 

On the wall opposing her there was a wardrobe. Next to it was a bookshelf. On the other side of the bookshelf was a lamp and small table before one of the armchairs which she had noted previously. She turned back to look towards the front of the room. Well, this room is certainly more than just as a bedroom, but it does not seem like a dorm room. Maybe odnokomnatnaya kvartira, a one room – studio? – apartment, with a balcony.