Luis tried to move some more to try to figure out how he could free himself. His legs were tied at the ankles, his arms at the wrists, and he was gagged. Great. Now how was he supposed to get out? Suddenly, he remembered where he was. He was at the hospital, visiting Sheridan. Damn. Now he knew that he had to get out of this room. Sheridan needed him—he could feel it.
'Luis' couldn't believe it. Everything was working just as he had planned. He and Sheridan were heading up to the mountains—and she wasn't the least suspicious. Luis was safely tied up in a closet in the hospital. It would be hours before anyone found him. He knew that he was pulling off the whole Luis thing—after all, if Sheridan couldn't tell the difference, no one could.
Luis knew he only had one way to get out—he had to get help. Since he was gagged, he obviously couldn't yell, but maybe he could bang around and make some loud noises to catch someone's attention. He carefully scooted over towards a wall. He felt around until he felt the metal of a door. He turned around and began repeatedly banging his feet against the door. Damn, that door was hard. But he didn't care how long he had to bang. He knew that he had to save Sheridan, and, as of that moment, hitting the door was his only option.