Sitting in the back seat of the dark limo, Helen let her head loll against the window. Not that she had much of a choice. She could barely hold herself up. It must have been weeks since they'd fed her and it was starting to take its toll.
Lights flashed by, fracturing in the droplets of water on the window. There were buildings too, she noted absently. Big ones. They were pretty. Some of them even reminded her of home.
And then she saw it. Her mind only just registered the significance of the burned out lot but once everything pieced together inside her brain, the debris that still seemed to smoke seared itself into her mind.
That was her home.
She was going home.
And, she thought, wincing as a needle pierced her upper arm, she would soon be safe.
Last 'Captive' chapter! Not that that means Helen is any closer to safety :P
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