[The woman opens her eyes as Rabbit makes a sweep of the room. A bare mattress is in one corner. Bloodstained handcuffs are chained to the radiator next to it.

The woman is almost catatonic as Lindianne drapes the jacket over her, eyes darting to and fro like she's a caged animal trying to figure out whether this is some kind of trick. Then, as reality sets in, she pulls the jacket tightly over her shoulders, as if to surround herself in whatever scraps of warmth it offers.]

I don't know. They usually keep us blindfolded on the third floor until-

[She swallows, forces composure into her body.] One of them brought in some customers earlier. On the second floor. [She sniffles, shakes her head.] I don't know how many.

[Rabbit catches Lindianne's look and nods, going back to cover the door, his every step silent. The woman looks out the window in the direction of the subway stop and shakes her head.]

My ankle's sprained. I can't walk.

[Whatever fragments of composure she was able to summon in the past few seconds crumble. Her eyes go wide, her lips tremble, and her chest starts to heave as she grabs onto Lindianne, holding onto her like a frighted child might hold onto a teddy bear during a thunderstorm.] Please don't leave me, please-