HMS-Hood The door opened, sliding back into its resting point within the wall. Venti saw was unexpected. His wife was standing there and the guards outside the cell were gone. He looked around the room and realized he was actually not in the cell at all but his own bedroom. Maybe the hole being captured was after all just a dream.
His wife pulled back the covers of the bed and laid herself down beside him, putting a hand on his chest. He could hear her breathing relax and Venti felt at peace. After quite some time of laying there, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The pain grew and grew until his wife noticed. Reaching up to the back of his head he felt the wetness of blood.
Venti awoke with a jolt. The back of his head hitting the floor hard, with the agent who escorted him to this place with a stun baton driving it into his knee. "I said get up," the agent says in an authoritative tone. "Listen and I will be willing to cooperate."