I woke up on a cold cement floor in a very dimly lit room. I had to blink a few times before everything came into clear view. I was in a corner of the small room. The ground, walls and ceiling were cement and everything felt cold. The only light was a small lightbulb dangling in the middle of the room. I guessed that the room was probably no bigger than an apartment bedroom. As I stood up I noticed the contents of the room. A matress in the opposite corner that I woke up in, a small cloth sofa on the opposite wall and a small book shelf next to it. As I turned and tried to comprehend what was going on, I saw the rectangle outline of a door. I searched for a handle, but there wasn't one. I pounded on the door and screamed for a good 15 minutes until I gave up and slumped to the floor, resting my head in my hands. My vocal chords hurt and I began to cry. I remembered the rain, the car, the umbrella, then nothing. Who did this? I couldn't remember. My head hurt horribly. I didn't know what was going on, where I was, how long I had been unconcious or what time or day it was. I racked my brain and finally remembered that it was a Thursday night when it had happened. What was It? And then it hit me; I had been kidnapped. Why me? And who took me? I went over that night again and again trying to remember and finally it came to me. Garvis. I had always thought he gave me weird looks, but I had ignored it. As I began uncontrollably sobbing, the door next to me opened and he walked in the room.
