This Time It's My Turn •remodeled edition•

"I guess you could say I have a hunch, but if I'm right...your family is in some real deep shit." That's all Ransom had to say for the rest of the time we ran. Was this some kind of paper town that hadn't actually existed on a map or on Google earth? I looked at Ransom. He seemed to know exactly where we were going. Which was the case for the whole time. Should I be more concerned?
"What is this place?" I finally asked after swallowing a small gasp of fear and nausea.

"Its like a...territory...I guess"

"Well, its a pretty shitty territory, if I do say so myself. Whoever lives here (if anyone at all) should REALLY invest I at least some Febreeze. It smells like a domestic cat was frozen, thawed out, and disected along with the rest of his furry cat buddies." Ransom slowly turned his head, a wild expression across his face. After a moment of silence I shrugged and said "Don't ask."