"A way out?" she repeated, scratching at her wrist. Curiously, she put the video device back on the pedestal and ripped off a glove.

Wrapped around her wrist, fused into her skin was a metal-looking bracelet. "This is impossible," she murmured aloud, pawing at it. Why wasn't it a piece of toast?

The door behind her closed with a loud clang, and she stared at it, dumbstruck. "A way out of what?" she asked, replacing her glove and picking up the tablet. The door opened again. This is Gwen Raiden freaked, Party. This is Gwen on the other end of technology, and she does not like it.