You see flames. They reach up to the outside of your window, and you rush to close it shut; it is however too late, as in mere moments the room is already alight. The fire spreads from wall to ceiling with frightening speed, until it finally envelops the doorway. You are trapped.
The blazes start to lick at your feet, leaving a few short moments to act before the inferno devours you too. You open your mouth to scream.

Then you wake up.

Or at least, sort of wake up. Your vision is blurry and unfocused, and sounds are muffled like coming through earplugs. You feel sluggish, and efforts to move your limbs are met with some mysterious resistance that nullifies all (admittedly weak) attempts at movement. You realize that you’re lying down on a cold, smooth surface.
As if in response to your wriggling you see two, or maybe three, figures moving to the right and left of you. Perhaps they are saying something, but you are too confused to understand anything.
Most importantly, all of this is happening in a small room flooded with cold, pale artificial light. This is not your room, and while thankfully not on fire, you have absolutely no idea where you are.
You…

>Wait for your senses to return to normal and take in your surroundings.

>Struggle to free yourself from whatever is holding you down.

>Call out for help.

>Other