Enjoying his long awaited freedom, Duncan trailed along the brown dirt track, he thought of all he had missed, his girlfriend, Gwen, and his beautiful daughter. He'd missed all of her birthdays up to that point, but he was not going to miss this one. She was turning thirteen, marking the entire thirteen years she'd never known her father.
"Hey there, sir," said an old man, pulling up beside Duncan, "where you headin'?"
"Muskoka," Replied Duncan, "To see my family."
"Well that sure is a long way away, but I know the way, hop in."
"No thanks..."
"Why, are ya scared of me? I can assure you, you needn't be."
"No, it's just—"
"It's just nothing, hop in."
So Duncan clambered into the rusty old 'car', planted himself in the back seats, closing his eyes and slowly beginning to fall into a deep sleep...
-Duncan's dream-
"Where have you been, do you realise what has happened to us?"
"When did they let you out?"
"Answer me!"
"Who do you think you are?"
"Agh!" Screamed a frenzied Duncan.
"What is it?" Lisped the old man.
He was obviously awake now.
"Just a bad dream..."
"What about?"
"A dark figure, screaming at me, I couldn't quite make out the face, but it was a woman."
"Strange, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I should be."
Still in the car, they began to go slower – and slower – and slower... They'd run out of gas.
"What the hell are we gonna do now then?" Whimpered a frustrated Duncan.
"I guess we're gonna have to walk" Replied the man.
"No, you're not coming with me, you only brought me a mile, I'm not even anywhere near Canada!"
And Duncan strode off, leaving the man behind him, with a broken car and a broken smile.