The sound of an engine roaring to life startled Brian awake. Lovely. Even as a captive, he couldn't get any sleep. He shifted his weight to a more comfortable position, and the smell in the trunk, that odor that he couldn't quite place, got much stronger. He inhaled deeply, trying to place the scent. With a frown, he picked up one of the hard objects he was laying on. It was plastic... or at least wrapped in it... It was square, fairly small... It didn't feel completely solid...<br/><br/>And then he knew... he was in a trunk full of drugs. That was just perfect. Wonderful. He was angry at first, but as he sat there, fuming. It was just his luck that something like this should happen. Every time he thought things couldn't get worse... they did.<br/><br/>He chuckled, despite himself. Of course they did. When he thought about it, there really wasn't a situation he could have been put in that would be any worse than this. So... he'd finally made it to the top. Whoever was controlling his life had finally outdone themselves. His chuckles grew louder. It was rather amusing, as a matter of fact.<br/><br/>He lounged back, finally completely comfortable for the first time in a long time. And why not? Things couldn't possibly get any...<br/><br/>He heard thunder. And he laughed out loud. Of course. Things just got worse. The sky was clear when he'd got hit in the head.... and now they'd hit a thunder storm. Because things HAD to get worse. He laughed until his eyes watered.<br/><br/>"The thunder rolls!" he sang at the top of his lungs, "And the lightning strikes... KACHOW!!" he stumbled and croaked his way through a very terrible Garth Brooks impersonation.