Interrogator woke, sore all over. The first thing he noticed was that there was no howling wind. The second was how warm it was. He tried to sit up slowly, opening his eyes. He looked around at the sterile, white room, and thought to himself, "This appears to be a hospital, which is much better than the Siberian prison I expected to wake up in!" He leaned back, trying to get comfortable, and hit the nurse call button. "At least I am not restrained," Interrogator thought. He looked out the window. The nurse was heavy set, with dark eyes and hair. She smiled nervously and said something in Spanish.