The Muse Manor

Helen wasn't even sure how it had happened. Somehow a routine checkup on one of her other Sanctuaries had turned into a hostage situation. And she was the hostage. She remembered being overpowered somehow by someone. And now...? Well, now she was waking up with the distinct feeling that days had passed instead of hours. She was on the floor of a windowless room, likely in some sort of basement, and tied - no, chained - up. Her head hurt, as well. Everything hurt. They'd done something to her.

And she had no hope of making it back unless her Sanctuary head contacted Old City and sent a team in. Hopefully, as it had been days by her senses, someone would come searching. Otherwise, she would have to wait for someone to come get her. And she hated waiting.