While we were in the elevator, Boyd replaced the blindfold and the gag. He also used another plastic tie on my wrists. I wanted to ask him where we were going, but obviously that wasn't an option. After the elevator went all the way back down, Boyd held my shoulder and firmly forced me out of the elevator. We walked for about a minute, and then I was loaded into another van. I couldn't tell if it was the same one as before or if was a different one. As hard as I tried to pay attention to where we were going, I still had no idea. Plus, I was too upset with what had just happened to concentrate. So, I did the only thing I could do, and that was to pray.

After what felt like thirty minutes later, the van stopped, and my stomach's nerves ignited. I was terrified in that moment and really felt alone. I heard the van open and felt two sets of large hands grab my legs and dragged me toward the cold air. I screamed through the gag and tried to kick my legs to make them release me, without success. The hands then moved up to my upper arms, and they forced me onto my feet and pushed me forward. The footsteps that I heard were again on concrete, but shortly I heard the handles of a commercial door opening and then heard our footsteps on a floor like a school or a hospital echoing down a long hallway. Much to my horror, the further we walked, the more that I heard muffled screams and yells all around me. This caused my body to want to flee, but the hands that held me wouldn't allow me to do so.

Finally, I heard a metal door open, and suddenly my restraints, blindfold and gag were sliced by what felt like a knife. I was then shoved into an open space and the door slammed behind me, followed by a locking sound. It took me a minute to realize that I was in a cell, but not like the one that Mrs. Kapelput was locked up in. First, it was quite noisy with the sound of continued screaming which brought a feeling of dread and hopelessness. Then I saw that there was dark green tile on the lower half of the wall and worn drywall on top, the four walls were quite close together and caused a sense of claustrophobia. There was a small bed with a simple nightstand, and I saw a table with an industrial looking chair pushed underneath it. I did see a single window that was high and covered in bars, opposite of the heavy metal door. The door looked like a vault door to me, with a small square window and a small slot like a mail slot on the lower half of the door.

I took the opportunity to look out the door window to get an idea of where I was. The hallway that I had just come through looked like a mix between a prison and a hospital, a very dated and run-down building that had doors like mine lining each side of the hallway. Even though I knew it was useless, I tried to see if the door would budge, and like expected, it didn't. All at once, the events of the day hit me, causing me to weep and collapse on the bed. I wept for Mrs. Kapelput, I wept for my uncle, I wept for myself, and I wept for the way I left things with Ozzie. I may never see him again and we left on bad terms. I wanted him to know that I still love him, and I wanted him to be happy. After a while, exhaustion finally allowed me to lose consciousness, despite the screams around me.

The next morning

Again, screams were all I heard when I woke up. My neck was stiff, and it was painful to turn. I got up and wiped my face with my hands partially to wipe away the dried tears, also to make sure that this wasn't a nightmare. A minute passed and I saw the slot open to reveal a tray with food on it. As hungry as I was, I didn't care what it was in that moment and I took the tray, thanking whoever was on the other side of the door. My meal consisted of what looked like oatmeal and orange juice. It was as bland as could be, but I was still glad for some sustenance. Once I finished, I put the tray in the slot and then walked back to the bed. So now what? I asked myself. I've got to do something; I've got to call the police and tell them what happened. What is Galavan planning? Why would he kidnap Ozzie's mom? I almost understand my uncle, but why Mrs. Kapelput?

As my mind kept trying to figure out Galavan's plans, I heard footsteps coming down the hall, they seemed a little rushed compared to a normal gait. Soon enough the footsteps stopped, and I heard a familiar voice say with a shocked tone, "Oh my! So, he wasn't lying…" The voice was too close to ignore, so I looked up and saw Dr. Strange's face in the window. As soon as I met his gaze, his face flashed a smile and he unlocked the door. "Ms. James!" he exclaimed as he walked in the room, followed by a tall, black woman with purple lipstick. Her skeptical gaze seemed to be tattooed on her face, causing me to feel quite small indeed. "Dr. Strange.." I said with a scratchy voice from my screams the day before. "Oh my dear…" he said with pity in his voice, "I heard that you were coming, but I didn't realize that it was going to be last night. You look absolutely worn down." He turned his attention to the woman that was with him, "Ms. Peabody, please make sure that Ms. James here gets a shower, a fresh set of clothes, and have her meet me in my office." Turning back to me, he said, "Once you've gotten cleaned up, we will talk about your situation. I'll see you soon." The smile on his face should have given me hope that I would be able to reason with him and be released, but something told me that it was a farce.