IT felt like a relief and a nightmare to see his older brother there, just a few meters away. He was happy he wasn't alone, and that Cam was safe and alive, but at the same time why were they both here? "Cam!" Travis exclaimed finally, looking towards his hands which were also bound around a separate pole from Travis. "I'm so glad you're alright.. I'm fine, I think." Travis sighed. "I have no fucking clue where we are or how we got here. Do you remember... anything from last night?"<br/><br/>Travis looked towards the cameras in the corner of the room. They felt strange and it was almost as if he could tell someone was behind those lens' watching the two of them. But for what purpose? Finally, Travis began to look at Cam again and realized his clothes looked strange, torn in places and something Cam would never wear, prompting Travis to look down at himself and realized the clothes he was wearing, was definitely not his own either. A light blue shirt that was a few sizes too big with huge gaping holes that showed Travis's muscled torso. It looked as if they were dragged through mud and sticks from the filth on the outside. But why change their clothes at all, if they were just going to drag them into the middle of nowhere. Something wasn't right and Travis couldn't figure out what that was.