Amy lifts her head from the cradle of her crossed arms to find herself sitting at a small rectangular table in a room cluttered with filing cabinets, bookshelves, and what she takes to be castoff computer equipment. She sits back, pushes her hair out of her eyes, and wonders what’s happened. She feels ... Peculiar. Weak, a little shaky, like she fainted or something. Her stomach feels strangely empty, like she’s just finished being sick, coughing up her lunch. Only she doesn’t remember having lunch or being sick.