She wakes up as her head hits the trunk door. Her hands are tied and her mouth gagged. The car jerks this way and that. The tires screech and skid. Sara remembers the past events and becomes alert. It sounded like they were being chased. By who? Cops? There were no sirens. She was thinking about the possiblilities when the car flipped over. They were tumbling downward, and with no restraints, Sara's side was being banged on roof and floor again and again. They stopped flipping and the trunk door was ripped open. Carefully, Sara was carried into another car, where her arms and mouth were freed, and she was laid on the seat to sleep.