On the bed, Madelyn suddenly whimpered.

Zach, who was sitting by the bedside, touched her face. He thought, 'It's been three months since we last met. You've lost some weight.'

The next morning, sunlight shone through the windows.

Madelyn's throat was parched and sore. She slowly regained consciousness and smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant. She stared at the yellowed ceiling above her, dazed.

She wondered, 'Am I dead?'

Her memory lapsed for a moment, but she soon remembered what happened last night. She gently moved her fingers which were a little cold. As she looked at the IV drip by the bedside, she realized she was still alive.

"Mr. Jardin, the meeting at the company has been postponed. Mr. Jent asked when you'll be able to go back. Also, the road on the elevated highway has been repaired."

"We'll go back as soon as Madelyn wakes up. Have they caught those people?"

"They were just a few local hooligans. This area's largely unregulated, that's why they dared to act so