Kayla has returned to her apartment. She lives in a suite with a great view of Manhattan. She sets her keys in a bowl and goes to her couch. As she sits down she runs a hand over the scars and tries to forget what happened. She picks up a newspaper to read the critic's reviews on her performance. There was a knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be?" She opens the door to two delivery men and a latge crate marked fragile. "Delivery for a Ms. Madden?" One of them said. She looked confused. "But I didnt order anything." One of the men scratched his head. "It has your name and address right here." Kayla stepped into the hallway and a man hiding behind the wall grabbed her and put a cloth with chloroform on it over her face. She tried to fight back but was unconscious in seconds. They then opened the crate and shoved her body in and closed the lid. The man closed the door and they left. The lady at the front desk asked why they brought it back down and one of them replied "It was a mistake she didnt order anything." They were struggling to get the door open when a large man in a black jacket holding a bouquet of roses held the door open for them. "Hey thanks man!"   "No problem." Al said paying no mind to the crate. They loaded up and drove off. Al approached the frobt desk. "Gift for Ms. Madden." The lady pointed him to her room and when he got there he nervously knocked on the door. He stood there for half an hour. Al was about to leave when he noticed a lot of scuffs in front of her door. He inhaled. "Chloroform?" He then realized it. He ran so fast down the hallway and to the frobt desk he almost flattened the cleaning lady. "What delivery company did those men work for?" The woman shrugged and Al ran out of the hotel and to his van. He dialed Lynch but there was no answer. He quickly started the engine and drove to Lynch's house.