The episode opens with the beginning of a newscast. The reporter is walking down the street, in front of her news van, as she begins her narrative. "I'm Sarah Logan," she says. But I note she's not the Sarah Logan who produces TV news on another Dick Wolf show, D.C. She continues, "You've seen me interview other people, telling their stories. I'm not real comfortable in the first person, but here goes. On January eleventh, I interviewed a refugee from East Timor for a special assignment. The session ran past midnight. Because I was only nine blocks away from my home, I decided to walk." As the news camera cuts to a different shot, so do we. Now we're watching over the shoulder of someone else who is watching the news. On the screen, Sarah is now standing in front of a big iron fence. "My trip home took me past this swimming pool complex," says Sarah. Now we see the shoulder belongs to a blonde chick who is watching the news in a cheesy hotel room, smoking a cigarette and sitting on the bed in her black bra and underwear. Sarah goes on, "This is where two men grabbed me from behind, and raped me. They put a coat over my face, and they dragged me here," she says, as the news shot cuts to Sarah standing in the middle of the empty pool. The blonde is really getting interested in the story. "They told me they would kill me if I made any sound. One of them wore a running suit; the other had a tattoo of an eye on the underside of his wrist, and smelled of clove cigarettes." At this point we and the blonde are treated to a WANTED poster with an artist's rendering of said tattoo. The blonde's face falls, and she starts to get scared. "For the past twelve weeks, I've had some of New York's finest working on my case. In spite of all their hard work, they had no luck finding either man. Maybe you know one of these two men." The blonde starts to really freak out as we hear a man clear his throat and she looks to the bathroom of the hotel room. Back on the TV, Sarah finishes her segment: "I was attacked, and I am going to fight back. I'm Sarah Logan." The blonde grabs the hotel phone and whispers a frantic, "Operator!" Like, honey, this ain't Bye Bye, Birdie -- you have to dial. Before she can get anywhere, a hand with the infamous tattooed wrist attached to it grabs the phone from her. The skeevoid attached to said wrist tells her, "This is no time for making phone calls," as he kisses her neck and starts mauling her on the bed. The blonde is absolutely terrified. So am I.