This is it. I'm about to enter the next Law and Order episode entitled "Reasons Why Girls Should Not Leave Windows Open When they Live by the Woods and their Parents Are Gone" (the title needs work).

"Umm… Hi," I said. What do you even say to kidnappers? Why is there no sort of guidebook for these interactions?

"Hello. My name's Peter. Peter pan," said the strange guy standing in the middle of my room, smiling at me.

Now at this, I grew really concerned. First of all, he had a British accent, which is bizarre to find because our town isn't the sort of big city place foreigners would want to come live. Second, he was around my age. He looked to be 19, but was wearing the weirdest clothes. His dark green short sleeved shirt had an off v-shape to it in the front and looked like it possibly had fur lining the inside, dirtied grey pants with brown boots lacing up to his knees. A large brown belt wrapped across his stomach where a small knife pouch was hanging and he had small cuffs around his wrists. He was taller than me, maybe 5'10" or 5'11" (not that it's hard to be taller than 5'5" anyway) with dirty blond hair that was somewhat long, but still stayed close to his head. Green eyes, lean muscles. If I'd seen him on campus, he might have been considered cute, but it's hard to think that when it's a weird guy standing in the middle of your bedroom. Third, did he really think I'd buy this whole Peter Pan thing?

"Right…..You know, I'm impressed by your dedication to being "Peter Pan" by your outfit and everything. Really, I am. But are you here to kidnap me?" I asked. Who knows, if you ask them confusing questions, maybe the kidnapper decides to go away.

"Kidnap you? Why would I kidnap you?" He asked, looking genuinely confused, but there was something in his eyes that put me off.

"Showing up in my room when I'm all alone is painting that picture pretty well, if you're asking."

"To be fair, I'm not the one who left a window unlocked. Do you have a lot of visitors come through this way? Kind of shady," he said, taking on this tone like we had some sort of inside joke going on. His eyes were losing that innocent look he had on before and were gaining a teasing glint to them.

"Actually, only a few select people get to come through that window, and unfortunately, you aren't on that list. So if you'd just go back out the way you came in, that'd be swell," I said with a confidence that I wasn't fully sure I had.

"Oh come on, Kimberly," he said now getting up. He started walking around, walking gradually closer to me. "I thought you were the one who said you wished you could get away from this. That you could go somewhere and not have to worry about school or work the next day," he said as he was walking behind me.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked, more seriously than I had anything else during this whole bizarre conversation.

"What? Why would I be stalking you?" "Peter" looked like he was offended by the idea, but there no hiding that mischievous look I finally identified.

"Two reasons, Pete. I literally just said those words to my friend a few hours ago. And I never told you my name," I spoke as calmly as I could, but my natural instinct to run away was kicking in. Especially seeing his demeanor change when I called him a different name and called him out for stalking me.

He stopped his casual walking and decided to come close to me, getting in my face. "Listen here, you would do well not to challenge me. I never lose," he said lowly, almost growl-like.

Stop being an idiot. Angry kidnappers rape or kill. Both bad, especially the second. Pull back and think of a plan. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to make you angry. Chill out," I held my hands up in a surrendering manner, which seemed to help him relax. It sure didn't make that stupid smirk go away though; no, it was back in full force.

"Don't worry about it. Already forgotten," he said as he began his stroll again.

As I continued watching him, I started dissecting his behavior. Being an only child with parents gone all the time offered me a lot of time in high school to go sit and observe people and learn to observe nonverbal language. Heading off to college offered me more chances to practice my people watching, and work on detecting when people were lying. My closest friends said I'd been getting pretty good at nailing them every time.

This guy, delusional or not, he was making my observation senses go crazy.

I had to get him out of here.