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Sarah opened her eyes staring into the sun, no, it couldn't be the sun, it was too...white? She sat up straight on what seemed to be a hospital bed from what she could tell. Sarah absolutely hated hospitals; she looked up and mumbled "Thank you Universe..." she blinked rapidly in order to get rid of the black spots dancing in her eyes. Looking down at her body, she saw herself wearing her red sports bra and black boxer shorts, she didn't have time to think about how they were on her. She scanned the room for her clothes, she found none, but she doubted she'd need them because the room was quite warm. The room had a set of cushions which she didn't notice at first, but as she looked better around the room, it looked less and less like a hospital room. The standing white light was quite hospital-like though.

She found the door and stepped into a hallway with about ten doors in all, five on each side, the place looked like an arts and culture centre with artworks hung between every two doors down the hall, a chandelier in the middle of the hallway burning with glow of a hundred watt bulb and energy saving white light bulbs over every door. She walked to the end of the hallway which terraced out into a living room ten feet below. The living room before her eyes was befitting for a Prime minister. The sofas were crimson, staining the pure white background; they were semi-circular about five of them all facing a location under the terrace where she stood. The detective found her way down a flight of stairs of serpentine curve and silver railings.

Beyond the sofa set which she now saw were a facing a...flat screen LED TV, how many inches? She didn't bother; ( it was too big for her to start taking random guesses) was an open doorway that led into a verandah where a young woman with beautiful flowing black hair and caramel skin in a black flowing gown with her red lipstick that made her look so chic. Sarah realised she was staring at her friend, Liz, Damien's girlfriend.

"I see you're awake" Liz said with a smile "You've been sleeping for hours on end I would've assumed you dead." She spoke in an American accent that clearly contrasted with Sarah's formal British tone.

Sarah walked up to join her friend on the veranda "Impressive architecture you've got here I must say" she mused "Where exactly are we?" Liz gave her a raised eyebrow like 'do you really want to know?' Sarah shook her head and said "OK, scratch that". The view from there was even better; the veranda stood nearly fifteen feet over a beach overlooking the horizon. It was high noon and the sun would've been scorching if the sea hadn't been bathing them in such cool breeze. There had been so much buzz since the reappearance of her old handler, Liz's boyfriend, Damian Chase plus the RED SKULL case she'd been on for months now, so the waves were as relaxing as it got.

"Liz, what do you know about the RED SKULL case?" asked Sarah

Liz's smile faded for a moment and it returned "Well, not much, but I do know that that was Damian's case before he disappeared four years ago."

"That's it!" Sarah snapped, which made Liz wide eyed with shock "He's got to have a personal case file on them, no?"

"Um, yeah, I...guess?!" she answered "But, what's that got to do with any...Oh, I see. I have spare keys to his old apartment."

Sarah smiled "You why I like you Liz? You're smart. Let's go!" With that she ran into the house and out of Liz's sight, seconds later she strolled back "Um, I don't know my way around the house yet, got lost. My clothes?" Liz smiled "You need new ones, trust me. Let's go."

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Damien woke up sweating like a blacksmith in a forge without ventilation, ironically, he slept in the top floor of the Elisabeth tower, a tall tower with nearly no air restriction in London's cool air, it was the nightmares again! If he was fully capable of his emotions, he would've been panting. He checked his silver Rolex wristwatch, it read: two a.m. he overslept. Every time he dreamt, he overslept. He turned to his bedside table to get his pills but something felt off about....wait a minute...