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The last thing Andy remembered was going to bed drunk with an opoid-dependant woman named Tracy. Since his wife died, Andy hadn’t had too much joy aside from raising his daughter, Abby, and the occasional night out. The babysitter offered to keep Abby overnight, so Andy thought what the hell, he deserved it. But when Andy woke up the next morning, he found himself on the ground floor of a windowless building with Tracy, who was withdrawaling from opiates, and only Polaroid pictures serving as clues to their escape.