Once Gus had left the van, Harry turned to Kevin, "I don't know how the hell this happened, but this driver somehow knows your mother. If you don't keep quiet, I mean it this time, you will pay."

Kevin knew it was empty. He was too busy trying to formulate how he would escape to pay attention to Harry. When Kevin didn't respond, Harry gripped his shoulders, making him look at him, "Did you hear me?"

"Yes," Kevin said.

"I don't think you did," Harry said, pulling Kevin up, "Let's go, come on."

Harry opened up the back door to leave. As soon as he did, Gus re-entered the car. Gus smiled back to them, "Going somewhere?"

"Oh," Harry, startled, closed the van door, "Just getting a little air. It was a bit stuffy back here."

"Alright." Gus said. Marv came back in time to catch the door before it closed. They backed up, helping Marv in. Gus started on the road again.

"So, uh, where are you all coming from?" Gus still wasn't sure Kate was right. He wanted to know for himself that it wasn't her son.

"New York City," Harry answered, "We were just on a little vacation."

"Can't believe you all drove twelve hours," Gus commented, "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you all just take a plane?"

"Marv is afraid of air travel," Harry said, cutting a look at Marv. Marv didn't think it was funny.

"Which one of you guys is the father?"

Marv and Harry looked at each other. Neither of them remembered which one said they were the father. Gus thought, why is there hesitation? Kevin took this moment of silence to blurt out, "Neither of them! Help me!"

Marv covered Kevin's mouth with his hand. Harry pulled out his gun as Gus stomped on the wheel. His gun wasn't loaded, but the driver didn't know that. Harry addressed Gus, "Alright, Mr. Polinski. Keep driving back to our van."

"Don't shoot," Gus said.

"We won't, as long as you drive us back to our van," Harry said in a calm voice. Gus, frightened, nodded his head and kept driving. Harry kept his gun in Gus' direction. He looked back at Kevin, who was struggling in Marv's grip. Harry said, "When we get out of here, you're going to pay, kid."

Kevin clawed Marv's hand off his face. He said, "I'm sorry."

"Like, hell, you are!" Harry exclaimed.

"Was my mom worried!?" Kevin asked Gus.

"Shut up!" He yelled, raising his gun toward Kevin to hit him with it. Kevin gasped. Marv rose a hand to Harry, protecting the boy, "Put it on the driver, Harry."

"Fine," Harry growled, and put his weapon on Gus. The polka player gulped. A few minutes later, Gus pulled up to the sunken van. Harry kept his eyes on the driver, but spoke to his partner, "Marv, get out and put Kevin in the van. Shovel as much as you can and then come back and get me."

"Okay," Marv took Kevin. Kevin struggled, trying to get Gus' attention. Kevin shouted, "Call the police!"

"Kevin," Marv growled, pushing him out into the snow. He closed the U-Haul truck. He hurriedly put Kevin back into the opened van. He started to shovel out the snow from the floor of the van, when Kevin tried to get out.

"Stop it!" Marv barked, rising the shovel, "Do you want me to hit you with this shovel!?"

"Please, help me, Marv," Kevin came forward. He knew Marv wasn't going to hit him, Harry yes, but not Marv. The man lowered the shovel, frowning. He had almost gotten all of the snow out of the car. When he did, he climbed into the van, grabbing Kevin's arm. The boy protested.

"Stay still," Marv growled, taking a set of handcuffs from the back. He hooked Kevin's small wrist to the metal of the seat's headrest. Marv jumped out of the van, closed the door, and took to shoveling out the car.

Meanwhile, in the truck, Harry kept the empty gun steadied on Gus' direction. Afraid to look back, Gus kept his hands on the wheel and his vision straight out the windshield. Although he was well composed, Harry was so nervous. He had always been, first and foremost, a burglar. Sure, he had kidnapped Kevin, but that was his extent. He was afraid that the driver was going to call his bluff, turn around and shove the gun out of his hand. Gus didn't seem like the type of person to do such a brash thing, so Harry relaxed a little.

"You aren't going to shoot me, are you?" Gus asked nervously.

"Unless you try anything to get in our way," Harry said, "My partner will be back in a moment, and when we leave, you're going to go back down this road… away from us. We're going to wait until you start driving away to leave. Understand?"

Gus nodded, "Can… can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why did you take him?" Gus said, "He's just a little kid."

"That's none of your business," Harry said, "Do you remember our names?"

Gus honestly couldn't remember. He knew the tall guy's first and last name was alterative, and the man holding him at gunpoint's name was Henry. He shook his head again, "N-No sir."

"Don't call the police," Harry said. Did he think Gus was that dumb? Of course he was going to call the police! He was being held at gunpoint by someone evil enough to kidnap a kid.

"Okay," Gus lied.

Marv opened the back, "Okay, I got the car started and on the road. Let's bounce."

Harry slowly took the gun away from Gus. "Remember; drive in the opposite direction."

Harry exited the van, running with Marv over to the started van. Marv got in the driver's seat, as Harry jumped into the passenger seat. Gus started down the road, slightly speeding.

"Oh, God, he's speeding," Marv said as he drove down the road in the opposite direction. He pressed on the pedal, "Harry, he's going to call the police. Jesus Christ."

"Calm yourself, Marv," Harry said. He looked back at Kevin, who was curled up on the seat, crying. Harry had no sympathy as he raised his voice against Kevin, "And you – you better be glad you're still alive! I would love nothing more than to shoot you right now!"

As Marv drove, the more he started to think about what was going to happen. Were they going to get pulled over? Were they going to be tracked down to their house? Where could they be safe? "Are we still going home?"

"For the moment," Harry said, "So we can rest and figure out our next plan of action."

"I'm sorry," Kevin spoke up, his voice cracking, "I just thought…"

"You could escape?" Harry finished, his voice full of malice, "Yeah, how'd that work out for you?"

"I-"

"Save it, I don't care." Harry said, "When we get back to the house, don't expect any kindness from any of us."

"Yeah, I'm really pissed too," Marv said in a scared tone. He was so afraid of getting caught. Burglary was only three to seven years, but kidnapping? Marv couldn't even fathom how long he would be in jail. He knew if he got out, if he ever got out, Marv would be an old man.

"You're going to pay, kid." Harry growled, toying with his gun, "What do you think we should do to him, Marv?"

"Everything he did to us," Marv gripped the steering wheel hard, "I mean it this time."

"No, please, I'm sorry!" Kevin tried, "I really am! I-I-I didn't mean to. I just wanted to get away."

"Shut up," Harry said, "You had it coming, kid. I knew you were just bluffing with that nice act of your's."

"I just want to go home," Kevin whined.

"Too bad," Marv said.