Driving via streetlight
Summery: Emily's trapped in an old abandon French museum with a serial killer. Will she survive?
"Emily its ok" he said with his sweetest voice, but she knew. She knew this mood wouldn't last long soon he would come to get her and then it would be over. Nothing would matter then. "Stay awake, stay awake, STAY AWAKE!" she scrammed if she slept her guard would be down and it would be easy for him. She would not go down with out a fight. "But maybe it would be painless if he came while I was asleep." She thought. . . . . . .
2 weeks earlier
"I don't know how you can stand to listen to that rubbish!" Emily Lehman called to her brother. She couldn't help but laugh at their situation, they were a thousand miles past were Jesus lost his sandals, in the middle of a foreign. "What are you laughing at?" Pete said smiling as the finished changing the tire. "Us. Since when do we go on holidays in countries on the other side of the world?" she replied, knowing that this was probably one of the best moments between then in a long time. Pete looked almost thoughtful for a moment before spitting bitterly "we're here to do a job, don't forget that Em.", and with this he got up dropped the last of his tools in the car boot and limbed into the drivers seat. "That's right Emily, the mission, everything's about the mission." She told her self silently.