Brian watched with dull interest. So little was interesting these days. The only thing he cared about was making enough money to afford a home so he could take care of Kandy. She couldn't stay there. The guy that noticed him stepped closer and crouched down in front of him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Kid, let me tell you my problem. you have seen my face and thats enough to get me into trouble you see. so i cant just you here and drive off. I know i know, you promise you wont tell but i dont take chances."</span></span><br/><br/>Brian was just about to spout off with a rude, sarcastic retort when he saw the guy swing his arm. He had just enough time to flinch away, raising his arms defensively to cover his face. Then the lights went out.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>When he woke, he was in a cramped, dark space. The smell was aweful. Damp, mold, engine oil, gasoline... and so many other smells. He heard voices near-by. They were oddly muffled. He tried to sit up, and bumped his head against something hard. Feeling into the darkness with his hands, he traced the limits of a small, confined space. A trunk. Wonderful. They put me in a damn trunk...<br/><br/>He began searching with his fingers for the safety release. Most cars newer than around 95 should have a trunk release inside... he found a group of wires that had been jerked out of the lid of the trunk. He could just make out a dimly glowing plastic object. It bore the words 'trunk release'. Damn thing didn't even glow in the dark like it was supposed to.<br/><br/>Slumping back against the bottom of the trunk, he tried to scheme... or plot... or whatever people do in these situations. But no brilliant plans of escape came to him. He knew he'd just have to wait and see what happened. It was nice and warm in the trunk... almost quiet... Before long, his thoughts had gone muggy, and he was well on his way toward drifting off to sleep.