The next time Monica woke up, she opened her eyes and groggily sat up. She noticed the cast on her arm was gone, and she moved it around, fisting and unfisting her palm. She touched her forearm. There was no pain, no nothing. She lifted her dirty blouse and examined her stomach and hip. There were no bruises and no pain to the touch.

Excitement boomed in her, and she jumped from the bed, running to the door. She looked around the hall, hoping to find a bathroom or a mirror, but there was none. She went to the stairs at the end of the corridor and carefully started climbing...