Snippet #1800181

Abigail Miller woke up in the backseat of a car. She thought back on recent events trying to remember exactly how this had come to pass.

Abby had been at her brother Kyle's apartment tossing a pen from hand to hand and waiting for him to arrive home from class. She herself had been excused from school due to the accident she and her parents had been in, the accident that had injured her and put her parents in the hospital. Hearing a knock on the door she put the pen in her pocket and went to see who it was. Abigail had known that it wasn't her brother as he had always just used his key. Standing on her toes to look through the peephole she had seen a young man in a police uniform. Acknowledging her presence on the other side of the door, likely due to the light that had been coming through the peephole being blocked by her head, the man had said that her brother Kyle, whom he referred to by name, had been hurt. In response she had called back through the door asking to see his badge as Kyle had instructed. Seeing that he did, in fact, have a badge she opened the door only to have a cloth thrust to her face and her head held to the aforementioned cloth. After a few moments she had felt dizzy and then backed out.

Remembering these events Abigail understood that she must have been kidnapped, although why anyone would go to all that trouble to kidnap her remained to be seen. Unsure what had happened while she'd been knocked out she began checking herself for injuries. Unable to locate any, though her ability to check was somewhat limited as of the moment, Abby decided to try speaking to the driver. "Where are we going?"