How strange. Chaplin climbs out of bed and looks around the room -- two other beds, both empty; trunks at the feet of their bed. She taps a finger against her chin.

"This doesn't look like a prison," she says, "which means it's more likely we were kidnapped." It's only then that she notices the notes sitting on the stand beside her bed; picking them up, she starts to read. "Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here."