Hana's POV:
I was walking home from Brooke's house. It was late, at least twelve o' clock. I had my black purse strung across my chest holding my phone and money. My tote filled with Friday's schoolwork.
I slowly walked down the icy street in my black puffy jacket and my black leggings and sweater. The moon reflecting a blurry image on the ice that was paving the streets. My hot breath against the cold air looking like smoke. I shoved my phone in my jacket pocket after I texted my mom I was going to Chandler's.
I was looking at the sky and wandering forward. I was passing the park when everything went black. First I tried to scream from the mans hand over my mouth. Then my eyes slowly fluttered shut. The next thing I know I'm with a small girl who was crying into her hands.
We were in a small dark compartment. I saw a door, beds, a dresser, and a girl.
