Sara sat on one of the benches on the inside of the gate, looking over the new journal she had been handed by one of the guards. It had surprised her when she woke up here, instead of the airport terminal she had been sitting in a few minutes ago.

Everything looked the same, and she couldn't find that too much had changed since she had been here nine months ago. More people showed up, there were some new people in charge though, apparently.

She sighed, closing the journal and trying to figure out what to do next. It was different now, being without her gun and pretty much a sitting duck.