Jordan slouched on her couch in her nightgown. Really, it was more of a long t-shirt- Casey's, in fact. She was watching taped episodes of Bring that Thing! To brush up and get ready for her starring debut. Also, it was just really a fun show. Where else could you see two guys wearing chicken outfits hand a contestant his well-earned prize of fried chicken? As she waited to see where the prize wheel would stop, there was a knock at her door.

"Oh, shoot," Jordan grumbled as she hopped up off the couch. Who in the world? It's nine o' clock. It must be Casey.

She cracked the door open. It wasn't Casey.

A hulking lumberjack of a man slammed against the door, hurtling it open. Jordan stumbled back and tripped onto the couch.

What?! she thought dumbly. Who? What?

The man stalked closer, and Jordan desperately scrabbled for something to defend herself with. Her hand brushed across a pillow and she threw it at the man with all her strength. It bounced off and the man continued without pause.

"What are you-" Jordan started. The man scooped her up like a kitten and tossed her over his shoulder.

"Hey! You put me down! What are you doing? PUT ME DOWN!" Jordan screamed. She kicked and flapped her arms wildly, but the man hardly seemed to notice.

Jordan would not be discouraged.

"Let me go! You big jerk, you put me down! Hey! I'm talking to you! You better let me go right now!" she shrieked as the man continued inexorably toward the door. When he reached the frame she stuck her legs straight out and braced against the wood. The man soon gave up pushing and easily folded one leg at a time through the door. As soon as he unfolded one Jordan folded the other, but slowly the inevitable happened, and the man started through the door.

"No no no NO NO NO!" Jordan screamed. She grabbed frantically at the wall with one hand as she pummeled the man's head with her other. Her nails scraped at the wallpaper until it peeled off in five long scratches. The man finally hauled her out of the house, but five good chunks of Jordan's wall were under her fingernails.

"Help! Someone help! Somebody! I'm getting kidnapped! Help!" Jordan continued screaming nonstop as the man carried her toward a beat-up black car.

There's no on HOME, stupid! she thought. You live in the most isolated duplex in the freaking world!

She kept up the screeching and fighting until the man swiftly transferred her to one shoulder, opened the trunk of the car with his other hand, and dumped her inside, knocking her breath away. He slammed the trunk shut before she could catch her breath.

"Hey! Don't leave me in here! Hey! Are you listening? Let me out! You let me out!" she screamed. She beat at the trunk lid with both hands and kicked it wildly.

"It's not safe for you to live alone", Casey says, she thought. "Don't answer the door without looking," Casey says. Fat lot of good he is now! Hey… why aren't we moving?

Though she couldn't hear much past the deafening racket she was making, Jordan was still acutely aware of the lack of motor noises or movement. What's going on?

After a few moments she heard a door shut, and then the car door opened and closed.

"You're in big trouble! You just wait until Casey finds out!" Jordan threatened.

The engine started. Jordan felt the car start moving, but that didn't stop her.

"Casey's gonna RIP YOUR ARMS OFF and SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT and break every bone in your body and BREAK YOUR FACE…"