Clair sat on her bed, worrying about her dad. "Where is he?" she said quietly to herself, "He should be back by now!" It was very late, and Clair knew that everybody else was worrying too. "I have to find him!" Clair thought, "He could be in trouble!"
Clair curled up under the covers and pretended to sleep, knowing that someone would probably come check on her soon. Sure enough, Clair heard someone slowly open the door, and she heard Aviva say to someone else, "Good. She's asleep. Let's wait until morning and then send out a search party if Chris isn't back." Then the door shut softly as Aviva left the room.
Clair waited a few minutes and then when she couldn't wait any longer she threw the covers off if herself and slowly stepped out of bed. She slowly opened her door and, after checking to make sure no one was near, slipped out of her room and closed the door. Clair sneaked out of the Tortuga, making sure to make no unnecessary movements or sounds. She got out through a window and slipped down the Tortuga's shell to get out.
Clair looked around for footsteps, but the wind had picked up and the sand covered all the tracks that had once been there. She sighed and started to walk north, as it was as good as any other direction. But after only a few steps, she saw a light coming from the east. She cautiously moved toward it, thinking that it could be her dad.
But the light looked different than a normal flashlight, and Clair wasn't sure what it was. Clair heard a rumbling sound and realized that it was a motorcycle. An anxiety attack beganto start. Clair was breathing heavily, her heart was racing, and she couldn't move. The motorcycle moved closer and closer, but Clair couldn't get out of the way. The motorcycle raced toward her and then slowed, then stopped right in front of Clair.
Clair still couldn't move. The person on the motorcycle looked huge, and because of the dim light, Clair could only see the person's outline. The big person grabbed her around the waist and tied her to the back of the motorcycle. Clair finally was able to move and started kicking and screaming. The large person tied her legs down and stuffed a rag in her mouth. Clair gagged at the overpowering smell of gasoline that filled her senses and struggled against the ropes.
The large person climbed onto the motorcycle seat and drove very fast across the desert, exhaust fumes coming out of the back of the motorcycle. Clair stopped struggling and went limp, hoping that her dad was OK and that this person wouldn't hurt her.