Rick looked around trying to locate his housemates in the crowded pub that was the 'Kebab and calculator' but no matter where he looked he just couldn't seem to find them.

It had started out as a quite night at home; they were all bored so Mike suggested they 'go down the pub for a pint of party.' They'd all agreed of course, none of them wanted to be stuck at the house a second longer. They walked to the pub in silence, each of them imagining how the evening would play out. However half way to the pub Rick began to feel an uneasy feeling develop in his stomach. He kept it to himself though, he didn't want the others thinking he had chickened out and had just made some lame excuse. As soon as they reached the pub Vyvyan had disappeared into the already massive crowd. Mike followed suite and Neil muttered something about 'meeting warlock' before he too had buggered off into the crowd. And so Rick was left alone, shortly after his supposed friends' swift departure he sat himself down in an empty booth and began writing poems in his notebook. Stars, like fireflies trapped in jars, Stars made up of... Although writing poems helped to pass the time, it did not ease the uneasy feeling which if anything had slightly worsened. After a while Rick shut his poetry book and contemplated going home, the night had been a complete and utter waste to him and the odd feeling in his stomach hadn't improved.

After a while he finally glimpsed Vyvyan through the crowds. Rick left the still empty booth behind and made his way over to the flame headed student. "Vyvyan?" The feeling in Ricks stomach intensified immensely, "VYVYAN?!" Vyvyan turned to face Rick. "What do you want 'Prick'?"

"I just thought I'd let you know I'm going home."

"Why?"

"Because I feel funny and tonight has been an utter waste of time."

"No I mean why would you let me know you're going home?"

Vyvyan stood there standing at Rick with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Just because I can Vyvyan!" Rick replied.

Vyvyan just sort of snorted in response before turning back around to talk to his friends. Satisfied, Rick turned to the exit to leave only to see someone he didn't recognize watching him from the crowd. To say watching was an understatement, it was more of a deep stare, it was like he wanted something and would take it at the first opportunity. When the stranger realized Rick had spotted them they turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Rick began to feel more than just the uneasy feeling in his stomach. When he left the pub and was only a short distance away the doors opened and Rick turned, curious to see if it could be any of his friends returning home. However what he saw was the man he had seen watching him in the pub open the door and begin walking towards him. Rick turned to the direction of his houses street and began to walk, faster than he had been before. He didn't want to draw attention to himself so he kept walking at a fast pace rather than running. He risked looking behind him and saw the man was now running down the path towards him. Rick again increased his walking speed hoping the man was just in a rush and would just ignore him. However when the man reached him he didn't do as Rick had hoped.

Rick cried out in both surprise and shock as the man pushed him onto the footpath from behind and held him down. While another man Rick hadn't seen yet appeared out of the shadows with a short length of rope. Rick was visibly scared now, and started to struggle as much as he could. The second man just shook his head and began binding Rick hands behind his back. It was then that Rick lost it "HELP HELP! SOMEBODY! IM BEING KIDNAP-" Ricks plea for help was cut off by a patch of masking tape being placed over his mouth. Rick looked up at his assailants with pleading eyes. "Come on kid get up!" Rick felt himself being pulled to his feet. Just as a car came speeding around the corner. Rick looked down the road where he could see a few people gathering in front of the pub, maybe it was closing time, or maybe they'd heard him yell. Either way it wouldn't do much good now. Rick was roughly shoved into the back of the car and re-tied however this time to the seat. He felt tears threatening to stream down his face, why was this happening to him? One man sat next to him and two people sat in the front.

Once the car had started moving, the men who had abducted him began to talk. "You sure he's the right kid?" That was the second man "Positive. I saw him talk to Vyv just before he left." Rick was confused what could Vyvyan possibly have to do with all this. "He is a cutie though, isn't he? You can see why Vyv hangs out with him." Rick was shaking now, they were criticizing his looks. "Take the tape off." Rick felt a mix of pain and relief as the tape was pulled from his mouth. However that was replaced by fear as he realized he was now probably going to have to talk to the men who kidnapped him. "What's your name kid?"

"...Rick." He hated being scared he could hear the fear in his voice.

"That's a cute name, suits you."

Rick wasn't sure whether to feel complimented or insulted by the fact a man probably 5-8 years older than him was hitting on him. So he made no response. The man stared at him the whole length of their journey. Although Rick tried asking quite a few times where they were actually going, but every time he was met with silence. He thought about his friends, did they know he was missing, were they worried? At some point he must have fallen asleep from the length of the car trip and the trauma, it was late anyway, way past his bedtime. He woke up and realized the man sitting next to him was untying him from the seat because they'd arrived at their destination. Rick recognized that it was a house and that it was probably abandoned, but that was all he could deduce about it.

He didn't know where in London they were or if they were even still in London. He was led up to the second floor of the house where his hands were untied and he was roughly shoved inside a rather bare bedroom and the door was locked. Rick looked around for some way to escape, but saw nothing. The window had been nailed shut and the only piece of furniture in the room was an old bed and mattress with no sheets. Rick still didn't know why he was in such a terrible place, he knew Vyvyan was involved somehow, but that was really all he knew. He thought about how much time had passed since he left the pub; it was close to closing time when he left so it was probably closed now. It depended on how long he'd been sleeping really. Although he didn't trust his captors, Rick still felt tired and decided if anything a nap would be good for him. So he lay down on the bed and fell into an uncomfortable and edgy sleep.