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Which could be a good thing!

Perhaps whatever exchange or arrangement they have is complete so now it’s time to meet at the rendezvous point!

Or…or…my ransom could not be made and we’re on our way to my execution as well as burial site.

I don’t love that scenario, so we’re going to stick to the first.

Listen.

Learn.

Absorb everything I can just in case someone – Misfits or cops or Feds – needs me to answer questions about my abduction.

Muted voices can be heard in the nearby distance and rather than stay put, I scoot towards them, prepared to mentally document anything I can.

The voice I hear is the last one I ever expected to in this situation.

Is he listening to Taylor Swift?!

Survey says, “Shit I didn’t see coming in the number one spot, Steve!”.

Admittedly, I like that show and the reruns and how fantastic Gam Gam was at it.

All of a sudden, a sharp slamming of the breaks occurs, causing my head to knock into what I assume is the back of his seat as someone gripes, “Fucking pay attention, man!”

Higher pitched.

Unfamiliar.

I don’t think I know him.

“You wanna drive, asshole?”

That one.

That’s the one I remember from my kitchen!

“Yeah,” argues the other one unexpectedly. “Pull this shit the fuck over right now and let me drive.”

“Fuck that,” chuckles the one who snatched me out of my home, “we’re almost to the school.”

School?

Which school?

Why a school?!

Is it because I’m a teacher?

Do they think I’ll just blend in with the furniture or something?!

“Kenton say exactly where we’re supposed to hide this cunt?” questions the other male.

I am not a cunt!

“Just somewhere they won’t find her,” states my original assailant. “Not like that’s hard. This shit is fucking huge.”

“But they couldn’t give it a better name?” A grunt of amusement is expelled. “Newt Newton Academy?” He lets go of a second. “What the fuck is that shit?”