The first thing Angela did was try the windows.

That's a lie. The first thing she did was cry, for a long, long time. Then she tried the windows and doors; none would budge, and the cabin walls were too solid to even think about breaking through.

Then she laid down on a bare mattress in one of the alcoves and, sniffling, stared at the ceiling. She wondered how long it would be before anyone missed her, how long before Marty came back.

If she even wanted him to.