"Where the hell am I? Where's Hans and his goons…", he wondered as he tried to soak in his surrounding.
He guessed as if someone had taken care of him while he was unconscious and brought him here in this barn. He thought he must be in some kind of tribal village. But how did he reach there? He tried to recall his past events and remembered Rocko beating him black and blue until he lost his consciousness. But what happened after that?
"God … my head hurts… ah!", groaned Patrick.
Suddenly the door opened and a little kid wearing some sort of middle eastern clothing with a tiny hat on his head stepped in with a pot of water in his hands. He saw Patrick and drew a sharp breath as if saw a ghost and dropped the pot on the floor and ran outside screaming.
"Hey kid wait…ah!", said Patrick
