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He stirred slowly. Through the dizziness, the splitting headache and nausea, he could tell his head was bobbing back and forth. The gentle humming of a car’s engine forced his eyes to open. The acrid smell of burnt pot and old beer stung his nostrils.

At first, he was blinded by the light. He didn’t know at all where he was. He could see the highway and its brown, drought-thirsty median going past the window. Nothing seemed familiar. Not even the color of the sky beckoned a memory from his head.

His back ached, and he tried to sit up. He couldn’t move his arms or his feet. His hands were bound behind his back and sore with the bruises that probably went ‘round his wrists like bracelets.

Thinking hard, trying to remember what had transpired what seemed to be a few hours ago, he shimmied himself up in the car seat with his legs. Some cardboard boxes sat next to him and their contents rattled metallically inside.

He could see the driver and passenger. A young kid, in young kid garb, and another guy, someone who looked like he could have been from a university. He could see the thick plastic rimmed glasses in the rear view mirror, taking notice of his movement.

“He’s awake.” The university man said.

The young kid shot an uninterested glance into the back seat, confident that the restraints were strong enough to keep him in place.

“We should stop and get him some food.” The driver said, looking at him again in the rear-view mirror.

“No. We shouldn’t. Can’t take any risk like that.”

“At least give him some water.”

“Man, you don’t know how to do this yet, do you?” The young kid said, shaking his head and unbuckling his seatbelt.

He saw young kid climb over the console and grab an old plastic milk jug of warm water from the floor of the car.

“Come on, put up your head.” The kid said to him.

He didn’t want to put up his head. He turned away from the kid.

“Come on, we’re not gonna hurt you, just turn your head. It’s just water.” The kid unscrewed the cap off the jug.

He opened his mouth and the young kid started to pour the water into his mouth, dribbling it down his shirt and onto the cracked leather seats. He looked out the window as he swallowed some of the soured water. They were passing an amusement park.

“Which way do I go up here?”

“South, south.” The young kid said, putting the jug of water down on the floor.

He looked out of the window and shifted in the seat as the young kid climbed over the console into the front passenger seat. The young
kid knocked over a box with his foot as he pushed into the front of the car.

Some silver pieces and his wife’s jewelry box fell out onto the car floor. He began to remember what had happened.

“It’s up here. Turn south here.” He heard the young kid say. The car started to turn.

He squirmed, struggling to push himself against the window now. He had to see the road signs and find out where he was. He could feel the car decelerating, like it was going through a large cloverleaf interchange. The car sped up again. They were coming onto the highway. He struggled to look out of the car window.

He could see: “Jacksonville 457 miles"

***Continued Later - with apologies to Miss McNeney. I had to do it!***

I'm back finally!!!
I mean I finally have internet, having no internet is horrible seriously haha XD

I really missed you all <3

Well you probably know my boyfriend and I moved to a new apartment and I bought my first doll closet for making little miniature houses for most of my dolls, however I still have many dolls and furniture wrapped in plastic because we still have lots of moving work to do.

So my dollhouse isn't finished at all, in fact I just started decorating it a little bit but I need to get wallpaper and miniature floors before I can get really started though I wanted to show you some pictures of my "dollhouse in progress" even if it's a bit of a mess (sorry)

I'm sooo excited making the walls and floors and really finishing my dollhouse but most of all I'm so happy I finally have my own dollhouse haha.

I made a roller-blind on top of my closet so I can keep my collection a little bit private since the closet is standing in the middle of our living room and I must say it works perfect.