The first thing I'm able to register is darkness, not...not normal darkness, It's absolute pitch, something feels off about It, But what? I cannot place.

Then feeling of cold. Everything Is cold, very cold, not enough to suffer hypothermia but the uncomfortable chill nips at my fingertips, nose and ears.

Now the third sensation, is that I am being carried. Out of reflex I try to shift, To move, but nothing. No matter how much I struggle to make the simplest movement or gesture, It's all In vain.

I can feel my pulse increase rapidly as I try to make sense of my current situation and my increasing concern at my total lack of control over any motor functions when suddenly I feel a brief pinch in my shoulder, Which Is followed by a warm sensation that spreads out and over me like a blanket.

With this feeling of warmth comes a sudden wave of sleepiness, I try my best to fight It. As I battle the growing grogginess, I'm dimly aware of being set down into what feels like the plush seat of a car. The soft jingle of keys followed by the rumbling of an engine confirms this.

Suddenly an all too familiar voice speaks up beside me.

"My apologies for the delay, Max...I was not planning on having two additional passengers this evening. I'm not particularly fond of 'winging It'. But It's an amateur mistake, leaving witnesses. Don't worry though, we're right on schedule, despite this hiccup...And I think this will actually work In our favor."

Mercifully sleep finally overtakes me, and Mark Jeffersons voice fades away, replaced instead by a dreamless sleep.