Pain, blinding pain. Pain in her arms and legs, on the back of her head, her neck, pain everywhere. Like a white hot fire, bubbling under her skin. It was the type of pain where she couldn't even scream, to call for help, to plead for it to stop. Too much pain to move.

Her hands were secured behind her back by a zip tie or a rope, she couldn't tell. Her legs were bound as well. A rather large piece of cloth had been jammed into her mouth, and as she looked around she saw it had been ripped from her blouse.

She didn't have any clue where she was, it was dark, so dark she wouldn't be able to see something if it was a few inches in front of her face. She figured it had to be some form of vehicle, as they were moving.

The vehicle suddenly stopped, sending her into the wall closest to the front of whatever this thing was. The back of the truck opened and two men stepped up into the huge truck and picked her up. One held her shoulders, the other her feet.

They carried her out and the sun attacked her eyes as they tried to adjust from such a dark place to mid day London on a relatively sunny day. She saw a plane, a small jet, and the men started up the steps. She attempted to struggle, but the pain won out and she stopped almost immediately.

They put her in a small cot in the very back of the small plane and injected something in her arm. Her eyelids became unbearably heavy. She struggled to keep her eyes open but the drugs won and she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again the pain had subsided some. She looked around and saw a young man, maybe even younger than Jack, sitting across from her. She begged with her eyes for a moment. The man looked around and very quickly pulled the bit of blouse from her mouth.

"Where are we?" Abby asked, noticing the plane was going down.

"Welcome to Vancouver."