Jordan felt the van hit a big bump as she banged her head against something sharp. She was slumped over on the side, and had been sleeping, for who knows how long. She scooted herself up, grateful that she wasn't bound by anything. She was still somewhat nauseas and dizzy, but she was thinking clearly, and when thinking clearly she remembered her phone. It was in her jacket pocket, if she could just get it without being noticed. She had her hand on it, when one of the guys turned around.
"Hey look, she's awake." He said to the other one, who was driving at the moment.
"That's great, keep your eyes on the road." The driver said, slapping the guy on the back of the head. Jordan made a grab for her phone again, this time, opening it inside her pocket, and with great difficulty, finding the mute button. She knew that Woody was looking for her, and she knew that if she called him, he could trace her signal. She felt her way along the buttons, punching in his number and finding the send button. Doing this without looking was difficult, and she hoped she was calling the right number.