Donna’s head was spinning, she could feel it and her eyes weren’t even open. Her lips bunch into a line of protest and frustration. What the hell was happening?
Her eyes blink her vision into sight, the confines of a small alleyway greeting her sight. How had she got here? There were many figures sprawled out around her and she instantly began to remember; that man, that face, repeated over and over.
A figure then moves ahead of her, and distracts her from her thoughts. She attempts to sit up, but does a poor job of it.
"Right. Who’s there? Stealth is definitely not up your alley way, mate. Did you do this to me?”
She frowns, lifting her head slightly.
"Oh, just come out will you. Who’s there?"