Farren jerked up awake. Her eyes were as dull as a butter knife. She shifted around uncomfortably and struggled a bit. The handcuffs rubbed her skin raw and her back felt as though she were resting on rocks. Farren looked up from the floor and panicked.. It was light out! Farren desperately around for her umbrella but couldn't find it. Farren looked up at one of the police that stood over her. He was a tall slender guy. His skin was slightly tan and a large scar ran across his face and metal spikes pointed out from his back. Staring at the man Farren tried to get the man's attention "Psst, Hey, Help me out here. From one freak to another" The man didn't even more. All he did was tighten his grip on his gun, he seemed to be uncomfortable around her but quickly relaxed as another man approached with with a cup of coffee and joined.