Writer's note: So, the only reason I'm writing this is because I wanted to have Calhoun tied up and her and Felix being tortured. I'm sorry! What is wrong with me? Um…enjoy!

The throbbing in her head pounded like a heartbeat in stereo. Calhoun groaned, trying to comprehend why it felt like a cybug had bashed her in the brains, when she realized she was not in her own bed lying beside her husband.

She attempted to move her limps, but her arms were pulled behind her. Sharp, thin ropes cut into her wrists. Struggling to test the tightness only caused the rope to slice into her skin. Calhoun growled, gritting her teeth at the pain. Her ankles were also bound, and a hardy knot connected her feet and hands making it impossible to even try to sit upright.

Calhoun raised her aching head as best she could to take in her surroundings. It was a square room. The floor was made of concrete with a few pipes running in and out of the walls. A dim light hung on a chain from the ceiling.

The throbbing was beginning to dull now that she was moving her head, and the question of who would kidnap her ran across her mind. She had no enemies outside her game and only cybugs to deal with inside of it. Her husband, one of the nicest guys in the entire arcade, had no foes. Calhoun pushed the wonderings aside for now. Not knowing who or why she was tied up in a closed room made escaping even more important. It would be a challenge, but Calhoun was already mapping out ways she might be able to free herself.

"Hello?" a trembling voice echoed through a vent from somewhere behind her. "Anybody there?"

Calhoun sucked in a startled breath. She knew that voice. It should have been a relief to hear it, but instead, hearing it rocked her to the core. "Felix?" she gurgled out then cleared her throat and called to him again. "Felix, is that you?"

"Tammy!" the sheer relief that emitted from him stabbed her heart. "I'm trapped in a room! Where are you?"

"Same as you, soldier." She wiggled a little but it was no use.

"Oh my land," he gasped. She could hear him shuffling around. "Tammy, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

Calhoun snorted. Technically, she wasn't hurt, but the damn ropes binding her skin sure hurt like hell. "No," she settled, "but I'm tied up. Are you?"

Felix started breathing in short, worried gasps. "I'm not tied up. Oh Tammy, who would do this to us?"

"I don't know, but you need to remain calm, short stack," her voice was steady and even, hoping it would keep Felix on ground level. "If you're not tied up then maybe you can find a way out."

"I-I…" Felix stuttered, and she could tell he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Fix-it!" she yelled. The manic shuffling behind the wall halted. "You need to pull it together and find a way out." Calhoun paused, struggling in vain one more time against her bonds. "I need you, Felix."

The shuffling began again, but this time there seemed to be purpose behind it. She heard a doorknob jiggle then Felix remarked, "It was a worth a shot."

"I'm guessing you don't have your hammer?"

"No, ma'am," came a miserable reply. "There's no one from here to Timbuktu that I can think of who would want to do something like this to us." A few knocks banged on the wall connecting hers and Felix's rooms. "The drywall is very thin. I wonder if I could break it and at least get to you."

"Do what you need to do, soldier."

A kick rattled the wall and a piece of drywall fell to the floor. Calhoun assumed Felix was fully dressed as she could hear him kicking the wall with force other than his foot. The last memory she had was of going to bed that night and looking forward to their Sunday off. This was not what she had in mind for their day's break.

The wall in her room suddenly busted. Calhoun listened as the hole grew bigger and in a matter of moments Felix was at her side. "Tammy!" He knelt in front of her, placing a hand to her cheek and pushing back her bangs. He glanced over her, and his face paled considerably at the red marks on her wrists and ankles. "My lands, you are hurt!"

Calhoun scowled. "I'm fine. Just untie me."

Felix was about to heed the command when the door creaked opened. Felix's head shot up, gasping in horror. Calhoun tried to see, but her position made it impossible.

"The damsel saving his hero in distress, how quiant," the voice mocked.

Calhoun didn't recognize the voice, but she didn't have to when Felix uttered, "Turbo?"