"Where am I?" Abby muttered to herself as she climbed up a somewhat steep embankment that her car had rolled into two hours before. The stretch of road she was on was notorious for being pretty disserted after about 8 or 9 at night so the chances of anyone of having come by and calling for help while she had been knocked out were slim, assuming she would have been seen at all. Abby looked around for any signs that someone was coming that could help…headlights, music/talking coming through open windows, anything…but she didn't see or hear anyone. She started staggering toward what seemed like the way she had been going before her car had landed in the ditch. In about five minutes, a car started slowing down next to her.

"Hey, you need a ride?" called the man inside. He had light brown hair, brown eyes, and looked to be in his early to mid 20s. But Abby didn't recognize him.

"Yeah. Sure." Abby nodded still a bit phased by what was going on. She got into the car.

"Those are some nasty injuries you have," stated the man with one quick glance as he started driving again.

"Yeah," Abby started with a curt nod. "I don't know what happened. I was driving along and then my, my car went off the road and I woke up and…" Abby didn't know how to continue.

"I'm Jack," the man stated after a quick hesitation. "Can you tell me what your name is?"

Abby just looked ahead blankly, realizing that she didn't even know who she was. She didn't know what her name was, where she was at, what day she was, or even what really happened that caused her car to go off the road. To add to that, she didn't even know who she knew personally that could help.

"I…I don't know."

Jack didn't even glance at her. To him, it didn't feel right to be staring at her in her condition. "I'm going to go ahead and drive ya to the hospital, okay?" Abby nodded. There really wasn't much for her to say to that.

A few seconds later, they noticed someone on the side of the road flagging them down for help. Jack pulled over.

"Thanks for stopping," the lady said. "My car has a flat and I'm not very good with changing tires."

"Ok." Jack nodded curtly and then turned to Abby. "Do you think you'll be alright if I helped her real quick?" Abby nodded.

Just as Jack started to get out of the car, the lady stepped back and some men came and started to hijack the car. One guy tossed the lady they had stopped to help a set of keys, the other shot Jack in the head and dumped him on the ground, and both got in the car and started to drive away with Abby still inside.

"Where are you taking me," Abby asked getting more scared than she had been to begin with.
"Shut up," one of the men commanded her as he put a gun to her head. "Or we'll add a bullet to your…obvious list of injuries." Abby looked down. She was pretty sure her left arm was broken, there was a gash on the back of her right leg just below her knee and she could tell that there was at least one other cut on her forehead, just above her eyebrow. And that was all in addition to the obvious memory loss she had. She didn't want to add a bullet to the brain on the list of injuries. The car took off with the other lady following right behind them in her car.