"I don't think so...I was dead...I think." Shit. He paused and puts a hand over his heart. How long ago was that? Where is she now? Has she hurt anyone else? Did someone hurt her? As every thought races through his head he stops searching for a way out.

Maybe he doesn't want to find a way out. What if she is out there? She knows her pain is his weakness. He spends a few minutes in silence, listening to every stupid question in his head. When he hears Pratt again he snaps out of it.

"I think I found a door." In the darkness he could feel the shape of a door. "There isn't a handle." Right as he said it his fingers caught a grove in the door. He gave a tentative tug and the door cracked open but didn't let much light in.

Ash peaked through the half inch gap and saw...clothes. "Think I'm in the closet."