Lilli's POV
Crap. CrapCrapCrapCrapCrap. I've been in the back of a minivan that smelled of fish, and I don't know what I'm gonna do. I think I'm in some kind of warehouse, because it smells of metal. Then I heard a noise. CRASH! The sound shook the place. "Hello?" I called out, a little frightened. "Anyone here?" No noise. Oh, crap.
I woke up after sleeping on a futon, which isn't the best for quality sleep. I hope I can get out of here. CRASH! I'm used to this sound now. I can only imagine what Miami would've looked like when I grew up. Now I feel like crying. But I don't, because – somebody bursts into the room. "Oh my god!" I try to hide, but there's nothing. Then I saw her. Blonde hair, blue eyes, white dress…reporter. "Who are you?" She hesitated, and then said, "I'm Erica Sykes. I'm here to pay Ryan back. I'm going to get you out of here. Come on."
But that's not how the story ends.
Author's note: A 'Futon' is a thin Japanese mattress and blanket placed on a tatami floor, a mat made with rice straw.