With the little light from the flickering bulb above her head, she stared hard at the two words scrawled on the paper, searching her mind for memories. She remembered nothing; neither a name, a face, or a history. Crumpling the paper into her pocket, she searched her small holding cell for a clue. There were no doors, windows, or cracks in the small cement room. There was only the "gate."
She couldn't explain how she knew the metallic cylinder before her was the gate, but she knew it was the answer to her questions. Once she stepped inside, she suppressed a shiver as the cylinder sealed shut behind her. After a moment of awkward expectation, she realized nothing was going to happen, she was encased in the darkness of a small cylinder. Breathing slowly she fought to control her panicked mind. There had to be a way out of here. She thought back to the papers in her pockets. The dates meant something, but she couldn't discern their meaning. The other sheet had a loca