I slowly rub my temples, trying to sort out why I'm in a vehicle with a stranger. Okay, I was on a plane, got in the hotel... and a guy almost shot me. And somehow he now looks concerned.
"Why am I here? I need to go back!" Without thinking it through, I try to stand up. My head begins to pound.
"Woah, sit down first. We'll talk when we arrive." He shows his hands, palms facing me in reassurance.
When he grabs my wrist I try pulling away... until I realize he's trying to check my pulse. How can a single person be so confusing?
"Try evening your breathing. Your body already suffered shock from the seizure Idia." He leveled his gaze with mine.
"Why do you know my name? You know what, forget about it. So what are you anyhow?" I smile nervously.
"If small talk makes you feel better, might as well." He paused " I was an EMT. At first I wanted to be a doctor like my dad, but waiting made me restless. I needed to be there and tell people hanging on is worth it." The man smiled ruefully.
"Wow, that's actually pretty great. I mean, for what I expected anyhow. How did you end up here in the first place?" I gesture towards the tin can imprisoning me, then the gun in his holster.
"Heart to heart time is over." The man turns towards the front of the van. "George, are we close?"
"Yeah man, pulling into the driveway." George spouts out gleefully.
The van suddenly stopped, jarring my entire body. If this is a warehouse, I'm bolting.
The EMT stands, opening the doors for me. I shakily follow him out to a normal gravel driveway. When I round the vehicle a new wave of confusion washes over me.
A very average two story house comes into view. I'm slowly guided forward until I spot a farmiliar police officer.
"Dad? I swear, if this is your idea of quality time, mom is totally going to kill you." I groan and follow along more readily to the farmiliar safehouse.