A few hours earlier

Carolyn woke up with what had to be the worst headache ever. Her head was pounding, and her mouth had an almost chemical taste in it. She slowly opened her eyes, and blinked a couple times as she adjusted to the light around her. When she could finally see clearly, Carolyn knew she was no longer in Kansas.

"Oh good you're up." said a voice that was too loud for her pounding head. Carolyn looked around, but She couldn't see anyone.

"Yeah, I'm up." she rasped, her throat as dry as parchment. "Where am I?" she asked.

"You could say that you've finally come home to family." said a male voice that sounded very familiar.

"You've finally decided to settle down. Oh I am so proud of my little Carrie." said a female voice.

"We are all so proud of Care Bear." said a second man.

Carrie? Care Bear? No one has called me that since... oh shit. As realization suddenly struck her, Carolyn tried to get up, only to discover that her hands were bound behind her back.

"Why the hell am I bound?"

"Sorry about the inconvenience little sis, we just need to make sure that you don't bolt."

"You know I might not be as inclined to "bolt", as you so nicely put it, if I hadn't been kidnapped! By my own family no less!" Carolyn spat.

"So you've figured us out?" asked one of the men in the room, who Carolyn now knew to be her older brother Richard.

"Well seeing as the only people who call me Carrie are mom and Dad, and you and Stephen are the only ones to call me Care Bear, it was a little easy to figure out."

Carolyn's family moved from where they had been behind her, so she got a good look of who was there. Her mother, father, and both her brothers were in the room with her.

"So why am I hear?" she asked.

"We've let you run wild for too long Carrie," said her father.

"Run wild? What am I six?... this isn't an intervention is it?"

"You could say that." said Stephen.

"I could also say that a tornado is only air currents." Carolyn shot back. "You don't kidnap someone for an intervention, unless it's on tv."

"Well in this case we had to." Carolyn's mother snapped. "I have watched you do things no mother should watch their daughter do, become a cop" she said the word cop as though it were some form of prostitution. "I've watched you waste your life, not marry, and not have kids. I want a granddaughter before I die."

"And I'm sure that Kayla and Becca would be happy to have one for you"

"No, I want one from you." said Carolyn's mother firmly. "And the only way for that to happen is for you to settle down, quit you job, and get married."

"But-" Carolyn stopped talking as she saw a rustle of white out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see... no no no no no no no. She couldn't believe it.

"Why is there a wedding dress in the room?" was all that Carolyn could manage to say.

"Carolyn, don't you recognize where you are?" asked her father. "You used to come here every Sunday for classes."

Carolyn swallowed hard. "You mean that..." Carolyn couldn't finish the sentece, she was too scared of the answer.

"Yes dear," her mother said, smiling at her. "You're getting married!"