Four days... Trapped in a well, surrounded by dirt, scratching at the walls, trying to find a way out. Four days of a thirst so strong, that when it finally rains, I drink as much as possible from the dripping walls, not even caring how much dirt comes with it. Six months... Since my escape. Since no one believed I was taken to begin with—from my own bed, after a party, when no one else was home... Six months of trying to find answers and being told instead that I made the whole incident up. One month... Since I logged on to the Jane Anonymous site for the first time and found a community of survivors who listen without judgment, provide advice, and console each other when needed. A month of chatting with a survivor whose story eerily mirrors my own: a girl who's been receiving triggering clues, just like me, and who could help me find the answers I'm searching for. Three days... Since she mysteriously disappeared and since I'm forced to ask...will my chance to find out what happened to me vanish with her? Will I be next?