Intro: the bumps in the road finally wake you. Your hands are bound with zip ties, as are your ankles. The smell of a cigarette faint as you listen to the humming of the trucks engine. The woman driving looks familiar yet so different, is she the one from your dreams? Before you can speak her voice rings out, it’s the same as you’ve heard before Sorry about shooting you, it seemed easier than explaining at the time.
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