BRIDGETTE 

Darkness. 

That was all I could see when I finally returned to consciousness. It was so thick and heavy like a blanket I couldn't push off. I groaned, rolling around whatever I was on. I couldn't tell where I was but they'd laid me on something hard and cold. My head was throbbing and pounding, and my legs felt like they were made of lead. I tried to stretch my hands but they wouldn't move. 

Another groan left me as the consciousness slowly started to return, giving way to the muffle voices which gave the impression that the people those sounds came from were locked in a heated debate....