As I opened my eyes, all I could see was darkness. I jumped up frantically and looked around. It was pitch black at the moment, but I hoped my eyes would adjust. My head hurt. A dull ache pounded against my temples and my back was sore from when I was laying on the ground. I tried to remember how I got into this dark room, but my mind was blank. All that I could remember was my name. "Emma," I thought. I couldn't even remember my last name. As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness, I looked around. I saw big crates of food and other supplies. I appeared to be in a box of some sort. All of a sudden, the box shot upward as I fell to the floor. I looked through the holes in the metal walls and saw nothing but darkness. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "How did I get into this mess?" I thought to myself, terrified. After about 30 minutes of waiting, the box came to a sudden stop. All of a sudden, the top of the box opened up and bright sunlight greeted me. As my eyes adjusted to the new lighting, I heard voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying. Right when my eyes adjusted, I looked up to see a blond-haired guy looking down on me with his face scrunched up in confusion. "It's a girl," he says in a strong British accent. I then hear shouts coming from a crowd surrounding him. "Quiet!" the blond-haired guy yells at the crowd. They quiet down immediately. He jumps down into the box and outstretches a hand. "Hello, love. I'm Newt. Welcome to the Glade."