Welcome to Your New Home

"These will be your quarters, Dr. Jones," announced one of the security guards in a bored voice. He pointed out the location of the bed (as if it weren't ridiculously obvious), the closet (which was already stocked with a few changes of clothes), the tiny bathroom (with a shower stall but no tub), and a small "work alcove" in which was a single chair and an empty metal desk. "The door won't be locked," he continued, "and you're free to wander down the hall to the library or the canteen, but do remember that your location will be tracked at all times. Someone will be coming to talk to you in the morning. If you need anything, just press this." And he indicated a button on what looked like some sort of intercom set in the wall next to the bed. "Understand, Ma'am?" Stacy nodded, and the security guards turned smartly on their heels and marched out, leaving the room unlocked, as promised. A quick glance at the door revealed, unsurprisingly, that it could not be locked from the inside at all.

Well. This was rather less unpleasant than she had expected... which thought somehow did nothing to reassure. OK, Stacy thought, so what now?

1. Stacy decided to go down the hall and pay a visit to the canteen.
2. She thought perhaps checking out the library might be a good place to start.
3. She began to look around the room.
4. Stacy suddenly realized how incredibly tired she was, and decided simply to go to bed.
5. She pushed the button on the intercom.

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