The man inside Lana carefully withdrew from her, lowering her legs to the bench. The two strangers looked at one another for a moment, and headed for the door. I quickly moved back from the door and ducked into the next aisle. The men came out, quickly threw on their clothes, and exited the changing room.
Entering the steam room, I moved immediately to Lana's side. Lifting her head into my lap, I gently stroked her face. Lana's eyes opened and, in a haze, looked up at me as she slowly mouthed "Help me".