I wake up slightly groggy from the past events. I rub my eyes, removing any evidence of sleep. I look around me, only to see that I don't recognize where I am. I'm laying on a bed, of what appears to be in an airplane? But that's not possible. None of this makes any sense.
My mind begins to run rapid. Instantly I wonder how I got here. The first thing that plagues my mind is Craig and Gary.
'Did they manage to find me somehow? What if they had another tracker inside of me? What if they've been watching this entire time?' I begin to think to myself. The air becoming thicker, the more my thoughts begin to run.
'Where's Xavier? Did they hurt him? What if he's dead? What if they killed him?' The idea of losing Xavier becomes too much. I sit up, grimacing from the pain. But I don't care. I
