I wake up the next day in a car. My hands are cuffed, and my legs are tied together. My throats is parched, which is very uncomfortable, and I feel really groggy. What did they do to me? The driver, who is wearing a hood, startles me when they talk. "Hello, Emma. Nice to see you. You comfortable?" I grunt in reply. Who was this? It sounded like a teenage boy... but it could be anyone. I stare out the window, and try to figure out where we are by looking at the signs. Looks like Canada. Then he turns around. "I didn't know you woke up so early." Peter says.

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