It had been a dreadful time for both you and Alec. A month ago you had dissapeared without a trace. Alec had hoped to come home to you, but that day the house was eerily quiet, only greeted by your dog which was equally sad and confused as Alec. He'd call you, text you, he searched every room of the house, but there was no sign of you.

At the same time you'd wait and wait for Alec. You're tied up in what might be the darkest, coldest room on earth. You're starved and sleep deprived, left to wait for any sign of escape.

It's clear why you're here. You're bait. Just a way for whatever sick man took you to get to Alec. And something told you, you wouldn't survive it.

But today, the smallest sign of hope sparks. Your captor walks into the room, holding the phone he had confiscated from you. He holds it out to you. "You get one call. If you do anything else or call 999, you're done for. This will be your last call, so choose wisely."

With shaky hands you search through your contacts for Alec's name and dial the number. Please, pick up..