As she walked out of the recreation center, Amy Greenburg stopped and took a deep breath of cool fall air. It was the end of another long day, and she was anxious to get home and eat dinner. She was already mentally reviewing the contents of her refrigerator and pantry as she walked across the parking lot.
Suddenly, an older, white pick-up truck came to a stop in front of her, startling her and blocking her path. She was surprised to see who climbed out of it.
"Kurt, what are you doing here?" she asked. "I thought you had already left with Kyle.
"I took Kyle home," Kurt told her. "Then, I came back to get you."
"Get me?" Amy was puzzled. "Kurt, I'm on my way home right now. I'm hungry and tired and it's time for my dinner. Can this wait until tomorrow?"
"No, you need to come with me, Ms. Greenburg," Kurt insisted. "Right now!"
"Kurt, No!" Amy was trying to stay calm as she looked around the parking lot. From what she could see, there wasn't anyone else out there.
Kurt walked up closer to her. "I have something you really need to see," he told her earnestly. "You need to get in my truck."
Amy started to gage distances as she backed away from him. Was she was too far from the recreation center to run back there for help?
Suddenly, a large hunting knife appeared in Kurt's hand. "Now, Ms. Greenburg," he said, as he grabbed her arm and led her towards his truck.
After Amy had climbed into the passenger's seat of his truck, Kurt efficiently tied her in using a piece of nylon rope he seemed to have had waiting for her. He then climbed into the driver's seat, and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Kurt, what is going on?" Amy asked as he drove the truck down several asphalt roads and out into the country. "Where are we going?"
"You'll soon see," Kurt promised her. "Sorry about having to grab you like that," he added. "But, when you see it, I think you'll like my surprise."
"Kurt, you know you can untie me," Amy told him. "I'm not about to jump out of a moving vehicle."
"I know that," Kurt replied. "But, you never know about other people. They might see you and try to stop us."
"Stop us?" Amy questioned. "Kurt, what are you talking about?"
"Don't tell me you don't know," Kurt glanced at her, shyly. "The flowers, the cards, and the phone calls. You do know. You just won't admit it."
Amy thought fast. "You mean those flowers that I found on my doorstep a while back?" she asked. "Those were from you?"
"Of course," he told her. "Did you like them?"
"Oh, yes," she assured him. "They were really pretty! Thank you!"
As Kurt turned the truck off the main road and onto a seldom-used driveway, Amy's spirits plummeted. Any hope of attracting the attention of an oncoming vehicle and being rescued seemed to be falling further and further away.
"What's down here?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice calm.
"My family's farm," Kurt told her. "Also, a chance for you to do something you have always wanted to do."
"Really, and what is that?" Amy did not have a good feeling about this.
"You'll see," Kurt promised as he steered the truck around behind the farmhouse and brought it to a stop in front of a small, wooden outbuilding.
He untied Amy and helped her out of the truck. The hunting knife was still prominently displayed in his belt.
