Taylor is in a dimly lit hallway completely alone. Her breaths are shallow. Tears stream down her face as she thinks of Mark. Will she ever get back to him? Suddenly, she feels intense pressure in her lower abdomen and it forces her to push.

"No," she says, grunting.

There's a pause and she can breathe, then the intense feeling returns. The baby is coming and she can't stop it. She slips into the nearest door. Large machines and pipes are everywhere. It must be the boiler room. She stumbles behind some machine and finds a door. With, trembling hands, she opens the door. Old cleaning products are shelved inside. There's an old mop and a few brooms. Taylor pushes things aside to make room.

Doors slam somewhere in the distance. They're coming nearer. Taylor's heart thumps, threatening to burst out of her chest. Her lower abdomen is a sea of torment and she fights desperately not to scream out as she pushes again.