Rielle jolted upright in her room, memories flooded back about a guy pointing a gun at her. She ran her hands over her arm and neck, checking for a bullet wound or something. When she didn't find a wound, and didn't feel any bleeding or sharp pain, she let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She stood up, her shoulders, arms, and legs sore. She got momentarily dizzy, but quickly recovered and she moved to the cell door. "Hello?" She called out, hoping there were other people, besides the guy with a gun.