Kim expects to find herself back in the woods. Instead, she's in a dark room. The ground is soft and she fumbles for a light. She thinks she must be in her house. But when she finds the light switch she sees an unfamiliar room and a silhouetted skyline that she doesn't recognize.
She quickly runs back to the door and opens it but instead of a bar she sees...a bathroom.
"No," she whispers trying to stay calm. "This isn't right."
She sits on the bed and turns on the TV, hoping it provides some answers.
"Authorities say that the viral epidemic that has swept through the US is almost contained. Some cities, though, they warn, will not be safe for another few months."
Tears fall down her face and she doesn't try to stop them. No. It's not possible. She picks up the remote and goes to the next station but her hands are trembling.
"The architect of the attacks, Stephen Saunders, is now being held in Guatanamo Bay. Sources say that authorities are questioning him about an antidote."
Kim turns off the TV, aware of the silence, and hugs herself tightly. Something's gone horribly wrong.