"I'm a busy man, Julia. I don't have all night," Jonathan said when he saw Julia lagging behind.

"Oh, well, I'd hate to take up your time," Julia replied with a bit of spite in her voice. She was really unsure what to think of him at this point, but yet after hearing his story she was more reluctant than ever to speak her mind any more than she already had. So she followed him to the car, wondering what to say or do next.

"Get in."

Before she could give a firm no and try to reason with him, she was practically shoved into the back seat of the car, and she realized she no longer had her purse. She looked around frantically. Then she heard the bang of the trunk being closed.

"Don't worry. I sat it in the trunk for you." Jonathan gave her a tight smile and slid into the driver's seat in front of her.

She didn't care about her purse anymore. She started to bolt out of the car...only to find the doors on both sides had safety locks on them. She looked out the rear window. Hadn't anybody nearby seen an innocent woman just get shoved into a car against her will?

Julia's breathing quickened and her mind raced, but she didn't cry or scream. "I have to be honest with you-you are really starting to creep me out," she said, meeting his eyes.

Jonathan laughed condescendingly, like a parent to a child who'd just asked for a second bowl of ice cream. "You're the one who wanted to see how my mask works. So don't blame me if you get more than a little freaked out tonight."

Julia tried one more time. "Please, can I just give Dave a quick call?"

Jonathan tilted his head and blinked. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to make phonecalls when you're already with somebody?"

Julia was unsure what to say to that.

"So why would you want to call him? He seemed a little...interfering when I talked to him last. Wanted to know why I wanted to see you, why we were going to a coffee shop at this time of night, things like that."

Julia's heart sped up. "It'll only take a minute. I just wanted to remind him about something." The number she really wanted to call was only three numbers long and started with a 9 and ended with a 11, and Julia remembered her earlier conversation with Dave with a sharp pang and how stupid she had been today.

"That won't be necessary. You'll see him soon," Jonathan replied as he started the car.

What have you DONE with him?! Julia nearly burst out, but knew full well from experience not to show fear or anger when being threatened, but to simply try to stay on the person's good side until she got access to something better.

Let's see, he loves talking about this "mask" of his. Maybe I'll try that, then I could get my knife out once he stops the car. And if he's seriously trying to kidnap me, then I could try to get to his keys and unlock the trunk to get my phone. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt for her knife. It was still there, and Julia hid her relief. "The names that those kids called you...is that why your mask looked kind of like-"

"A scarecrow? You might say that," he said nonchalantly, buckling up. "Now, that old abandoned amusement park shouldn't be far..."

At this point Julia highly doubted the purpose for this excursion was to cure her of her fears. "Doctor-I mean, Jonathan..." She forced a smile, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. "You don't have to do all this."

"But I want to, Julia. I like to be able to enlighten others whenever I can." He looked at her in the rearview mirror, and he looked almost smug. "Trust me...you won't ask another question after tonight."

This didn't sound good at all. Why else would he be doing this other than to...? She couldn't finish the thought. Any other person in her situation would have been screaming and banging on the doors, but not Julia-even though she wanted to more than anything. Just wait for the car to stop, then make your move.

Julia watched as the bright lights and skyscrapers were gradually replaced with walls covered in graffiti and dilapidated buildings that might have once served an honest purpose. She thought of Fortunato from that short Edgar Allan Poe story, The Cask of Amontillado, and wondered if she'd just been tricked in a very similar way.

Soon the silhouette of a Ferris wheel came into view when she peered out of her right window. Would there be no easier ways out of this?

Jonathan parked the car next to an abandoned gas station and then opened one of the back doors after he got out. Reluctantly, Julia slid out, hugging herself from the cold that came from both the late autumn weather and the feeling inside her chest.

"I can assure you of one thing, Julia," he said, keeping a firm hand on her shoulder while unlocking his trunk with his free hand. "My childhood story may seem terrible, but it does have a happy ending, and it went something like this..." He opened the famous briefcase and took out his mask, which he pulled over his head, and a needle. "Fortunately you won't need much of this, since that caffeine has probably already gotten your heart pumping somewhat."

"Doctor Crane...why are you doing this?" Julia bit her lip and tasted blood. "I never agreed to taking anything. Please, let's just go back. I'll never bother you again."

"Doctor Crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment..."

Julia jerked away in one frantic motion, but not before he injected the needle into her shoulder.