Quinn grabbed up her phone from the bed, fiddling to find her messaging app, beginning to tremble from mounting adrenaline. Before she could even think of what message she would even send, she realised there was no signal. She couldn't call, text, or connect to the internet ... there had been full bars when she had been using her phone in the stairwell. She was frantic now; there was no denying that someone was toying with her. A prickly sensation raced up her back; paranoia getting the better of her, insisting that she was being watched.
Defeatedly slumping to sit on the bed, she took a breath and gathered herself. If she could just get out of this room, Will or even one of the girls would have clothes she could borrow when they arrived. That was reassuring. Being in her underwear wasn't
