Frankie rocked the girl in his arms, carefully laying her across his chest.  He found a nearby crate and opened it up, drawing from it a large black blanket to swaddle her in.  He wrapped the blanket around the girl's body, carefully ensuring that she was fully shielded from the sun.  "Just rest.  I don't know how to turn you back into a human, and at any rate, you won't get far on a sunny day like this.  He wrapped the blanket around the girl's head head, sealing her up in a fabric cocoon.<br/><br/>Frankie laid the cocoon on the ground and gathered several cargo straps, strapping them around the girl's body.  He strapped her ankles together, set a strap around her wrists and waist, then another strap around her upper arms.  Finally, he bent her legs at the knees and strapped her restrained ankles down to her waist, turning her into a neat little parcel.  Frankie found the girl very flexible, and hoped she'd manage to fall asleep before he really got to the business of rendering her helpless.  Unconsciously, he had flooded the girl's body with drowsiness inducing hormones, sedating her so he could bind her.<br/><br/>He picked the girl up be her waist strap and carried her like a briefcase, her mummified body suspended face down.  He set her in the floor of the air conditioned cab of a DPDS cargo truck and drove out across Atlantic City, driving the 40 miles up to Menlo Park in silence, as he watched for any sign of activity from his bound captive.  He hadn't gagged her, and he'd most likely be getting quite an earful when she shook enough of her swaddling free to look him in the eye.