Time flew for Nancy Wheeler. Her passion for reading ultimately had gotten the better of her and she couldn't help but read something. The words on the page were spoken in such an articulate manner that even she had a hard time understanding.

Hopefully Mike doesn't find out. Nancy smiled as she continued reading along, the large novel pleasing her with its presence.

She read quickly and quietly. No noise had been emitted for some time, although it didn't affect her directly. However, she did find it strange. Even Dad's snoring could be heard from up here. Well, maybe's he out with Mom or something. Nancy shrugged, agreeing with her thoughts.

As the evening progressed, the silence became even more deafening to the young adult. She was now concerned. Not one peep for three hours. She squinted her eyebrows as she looked at her closed door. She closed the book, remembering the page number as the title was revealed to her. The Fellowship of the Ring. As she stood up from her bed, her footsteps creaked along the wooden floor as she approached the door. She placed her ear against the door softly, hoping the hear something, anything.

Nancy sighed in relief as she heard noise. The television was on, that she knew, but she couldn't tell what the program was. Despite the clarity, something still felt off to her. Almost as if something was truly wrong, but she couldn't understand what or why. She looked towards her window and instantly had a chill run up her spine. She didn't know why she thought this or how, but she immediately felt as if someone was watching her. The darkness outside illuminated that fear, causing her to slam them shut, almost breaking the blinds in the process.

She immediately heard another noise unlike the program on the television. This wasn't digital, it was real. The doorknob to her home opened quickly and footsteps slowly entered through the home. Nancy walked back to her door and placed her ear against it once more. This time, however, she heard voices. They were unknown to her, speaking in a language that she couldn't quite understand, but she recognized the dialect.

Nancy's eyes widened as she realized what she was listening to. She knew something was off. The Russians! What are they here for? It doesn't matter, I've gotta get out of here. They probably already have my parents. Oh God…they have my parents.

The steps groaned and creaked as the familiar footsteps continued their journey up them. Nancy's mind felt blank as she attempted to figure out a way to remedy her situation. The window! But…they would know, wouldn't they? I have to try. Nancy quietly walked towards the glass window, opening the blinds that she had closed mere moments ago. She looked outside the window to see absolute darkness, but she knew she had no choice. She opened the window at the same moment the room to her room burst open. Nancy whirled her head back to the door to see a figure in black, pointing a weapon at her.

"You! Don't move!" The man yelled in a heavy, thick Russian accent.

Nancy observed the men as they entered. The man who had spoken quickly walked up to her, but before he could do anything, Nancy quickly jumped through the open window and plummeted to the ground below. The man immediately began to bark orders in Russian as he ran out of Nancy's room.

Get out of here! NOW! Nancy picked herself up off the ground and began to run at a fast pace down the highway that was in front of her home. Her footfalls were almost non-existent; that didn't matter to her. Is anyone out there? She turned back to see a figure emerge from the entrance to her home, holding two figures with their arms behind their backs. Mom! Dad! Her eyes welled as she watched her parents forced into the van stationed in front of their home.

She almost broke down at that moment, knowing that her parents were now in Russian custody. She watched the Russian men enter the van, but it didn't seem to start.

"Don't move!" A voice called from within the darkness.

Nancy froze in place as she raised her arms, almost immediately. She couldn't tell who was speaking to her. The solid metal against her back solidified her fear of her unknown enemy.

"No sudden movements." The man said, quietly and softly.

Nancy nodded slowly. "I understand."

The man grabbed her arm, with the gun still at her back. He began to walk her back towards the van. Before they made it far, bright headlights illuminated the road behind them, approaching quite quickly. The brakes of the vehicle screeched as it stopped in front of the duo. The vehicle was followed by another pair of headlights shortly afterwards.

A figure emerged from the front vehicle. He pulled the weapon from his holster and pointed it towards Nancy and her assailant.

"Put down the gun and turn around, right now!" The voice called.

Nancy recognized the voice almost immediately. Hopper?! You're alive?!

The chief of police slowly approached, his revolver raised the whole time.

"Put the gun down! Now!" Hopper yelled as he grew closer.

The man slowly released his grip on Nancy and dropped his gun to the pavement. Hopper kept his revolver trained on the man as he signaled for Nancy to come towards him.

Nancy quickly obliged and move quickly away from the man, almost hiding behind Hopper.

"Get on your knees!" Hopper yelled.

The man smiled at the police officer, shaking his head slowly as a response. Hopper frowned.

"Get on your knees or I will fire!" Hopper yelled, his finger twitching on the trigger.

"You don't understand, do you? You shoot me, nothing different happens. The same thing will happen. You will be taken. He needs you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The man sneered. "You don't understand, do you? It's over. You've lost. Just give up."

Hopper shook his head. I'm done with this. I'm not getting anything out of this guy.

Rustling from within the darkness caused Hopper to be free of his thoughts. He turned towards the rustling and watched in terror as many men emerged from the darkness, holding guns with a significantly larger magazine than his. He sighed as he lowered his gun. What are the damn chances?!

He felt a kick to the back of his knee, causing him to fall to his knees. He felt his revolver taken from him. The man, still wearing his smirk, approached Hopper.

"I told you, you've lost."

The man swung his gun at Hopper's head, knocking the man unconscious. The man turned to the soldiers surrounding him.

"Get the others. We're leaving now. Dr. Brenner will be satisfied."