Penny stared blankly out the car window at the huge buildings flying past her. This simply couldn't be happening, right? Maybe her kidnapper knocked her out and this was the lucid dream she was having? Even so, it was far too realistic to be a dream. Hearing her captor speak made her glance with narrow eyes at him. She let out a little huff, then looked back out the window. Why believe him? He was the reason she was here in the first place!<br/><br/>She did, however, notice the car speeding up, and her back pressing against the seat even more. What on earth was going on? Didn't they have proper speed limits here? Soon, the towering city gave way to gentle sloping hills and farmsides. Though, the farm houses looked like small mansions to Penny. Were they going to be living in one of those places?<br/><br/>Arching a brow at Kevin when he gave a gentlemanly gesture towards her, she stepped out of the car. Why be nice to her? She belonged to him, after all. Stepping up to the sliding paper doors, she entered the inn, quite surprised at the architecture. It was definitely different from the US. She soon approached the bartender, hoping he could be of help. Except... would he believe her if she told him she was kidnapped? Perhaps it was better to bide her time...<br/><br/>"Hi! I was wondering where my... and my<span style="font-style: italic">husband's</span>room is." She gave him a sweet smile, and he returned it. "Of course. It's up stairs, first door on right" She bowed her head, "Thank you!" Very friendly for complete strangers, she thought, going up the steps and sliding the first paper door on the right to the side. It was a traditional room, one flat bed pad in the center of the room, a bowl and a towel on a small table with a pitcher of water on it as well, and a paper door opposite that went out into the garden, as Penny soon found out. It would have been nice if the situation was different. With a sigh, she flopped onto the surprisingly hard bed pad. "Oww..." she groaned into the pillow, laying face down.