Cecilia hovered in the doorway for a moment, torn between moving on and searching the room. At length she decided a study was a likely place for a phone, so she took the first few cautious steps inside. The place was like a bookworm's dream, with books everywhere and plenty of comfortable looking couches and chairs. She peered out one of the large windows as she passed, glimpsing flowers of every color and a massive front lawn. She could glimpse a long driveway, but no cars in sight. She wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse.
"Ogunquit, most recently," Cecilia answered, still thinking of herself as a New Yorker at heart. She never even considered the possibility that she wasn't in Maine anymore. Of all the horrors that her brain had created since waking, the idea that she'd been taken out of the state hadn't occurred to her yet. She rounded a corner of shelves and spotted a desk, and she headed over in search of a phone. There wasn't one, but there was a computer. Cecilia frowned at it for a moment, wondering briefly if she even wanted to bother with it at this point. What was she going to do, skype 911? "You?"