A girl sits on a table, clutching a sheet around herself, surrounded by darkness, having awakened in a strange place where she can hear voices in other rooms and footsteps trailing down corridors. She can't remember where she is or who she is. Slowly she tries to piece together what's happened to her. A telephone rings from another room. Somebody answers it. She becomes increasingly terrified as she beings to recall how she got here. A chilling little monologue.
Published in Darkpool & Other Plays.