Kyle laughed a bit when Polaris mentioned this would be the first time he has had man time. â€œBoy, you must have lived a pretty sheltered life then. Weâ€™ll just be relaxing while Emilee is at work.â€ He explained as he pulled out away from the garage, in the opposite direction as Emilee. Deep down some parental instinct told him that there was something a bit off but he did his best to ignore it. It was not completely ignored, kept in the back of his mind just in case Emilee would need him for something, but it just did not show on his face that something was bothering him. However, his protective instinct as Emileeâ€™s guardian was beginning to kick in more, which made his concern pretty obvious: â€œYou donâ€™t have to give me your life story; I just want to know a little more about the strange my niece dragged into my house. I wonâ€™t judge you or anything.â€<br/><br/>â€œSo tell me, are you feeling any better since the other day? You said you were in some kind of accident, right?â€ Stopping at a red light he flicked a glance over towards Polaris. Luckily for him Kyle was not one of those crazy people who would pull the truck over and start demanding answers. The gaze that he gave Polaris was more or less just him being protective and nothing more, stern and caring. He was not planning on prying too much if Polarisâ€™s memory was fuzzy. Bombarding him with questions wouldnâ€™t be a good idea. It was like he said he just wanted to know more about the man Emilee dragged in. The usual questions like are they in a relationship, how long if so, if not then how long have they been friends. Maybe Kyle was being a little overprotective but something was not only off about the situation but off about Polaris as well.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Emilee was about half way to work when she noticed the navy blue car following her closely. She had turned onto a back road, a shortcut she knew, and noticed that the car had done the same.  It was probably nothing and she was just overreacting, but something about that car gave her the same chills she had gotten from the mall earlier in the day. Shaking it off as best she could, she sank back into her seat, focusing on the road. Oddly her mind went to Polaris and the good day she had with him. Thinking positively seemed to help with the situation, she had told him that she was not going to worry; thinking about him helped her stay positive for some reason. Perhaps the car was just heading in the same direction as she was, yeah, that was it. There was not anything to worry about at all, or so she would keep telling herself.<br/><br/>She was brought back down to Earth rather quickly when she felt something ram hard into the back of her car. Taking a look into the rearview mirror she saw that, not surprisingly, it was the navy blue car that was trying to run her off the road. Well perfect, she had just gotten her car back from the shop and now some psycho was banging it up again, trying to kill her. With her heart thumping heavily in her chest Emilee sped up hoping to shake the navy blue car once control of her vehicle was regained. On a straight road like this it was impossible, but if she could make a sharp turn and head back into town then maybe she could. Emileeâ€™s old car really couldnâ€™t handle this beating, she could feel control of it start to slip again when the navy blue car rammed her a second time.<br/><br/>This time it rode her bumper and then suddenly it backed off and pulled up along beside her. The navy blue car had tinted windows and she could not see the driver or how many people were in the car.  Her face turned pale when the passenger window rolled down and she found herself staring down the barrel of a gun. Emileeâ€™s eyed widened in terror and she screamed, jerking the wheel to get away as fast as she could.<br/><br/>The navy blue car took that opportunity to ram into the side of her once more. Unable to handle it Emileeâ€™s car swerved off the road and slammed into a nearby tree. The impact had not shattered the windshield but the smoke coming from the engine told her that the car would probably never be drivable again. So much for having it repaired the first time. At least she was alive, that was more important at the moment, though she had a pretty bad headache; she probably had some bruises as well. Even though she had been wearing her seatbelt there has been enough force from the impact that caused her face to meet the steering wheel. She lifted her head slowly, discovering that she had gotten a bloody nose out of that and a splitting headache out of that. For as long as she could remember, sheâ€™s never been able to stand the sight of blood very well, the sight of blood coming from her nose made her feel sick.<br/><br/>When she heard footsteps approaching she pretended to be fully unconscious as the two men looked in the car to assess the damage. There were two men by the sounds of things.<br/><br/>â€œDamn it, the boss is not going to be happy about this. What part of â€˜minimal damageâ€™ donâ€™t you understand? I told you that was a bad idea.â€ The first man said.<br/><br/>â€œAt least we have her alive,â€ replied the second, presumably the driver. â€œWe were told to bring her alive, they didnâ€™t mention anything about her being brought in unscathed.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhatever. Letâ€™s just get what we came for and get out of here before the cops show up.â€<br/><br/>What was going on? Why were they after her, what did they want her for, Emilee wondered, doing her best to stay as still as possible even though they clearly werenâ€™t fooled by her attempt to play dead. The blood trickling out of her nose began to tickle her lip a little, irritating her, and before she realized it she shivered slightly which drew the attention of the men. Next thing she knew the car door was pulled open she was being dragged from her seat. Out of panic, she made a futile attempt to struggle and get away with what little strength she had in her. Though for a moment she had though she would slip from their grasp but then a sweet, lightly scented rag was placed over her face and she lost consciousness.