Bryan's POV
"Alice?" I gripped my phone tighter when I heard the fear in her voice.
"Where are you? What do you see?" I asked again.
"I don't know," she said, her voice shaking. "I ran from the cafe, and I got lost. There's a man who knew my name, Bryan; he knew who I was."
My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Okay, listen to me. Look around. Tell me what you see. Street signs, buildings, anything."
I heard her breathing hard, like she was still moving. "I'm... there's a pharmacy. And a dry cleaner. Wait, I see a sign. Maple Street."
"Maple Street," I repeated, already running back to my car. The driver tried to follow, but I waved him off.
"Stay on the phone with me, Alice. Find somewhere public, somewhere with lights and people. I'm coming to get you right now."
"Okay," she whispered.
I drove while she was on speaker. "Alice, are you still there?"
"Yes," she replied. "I'm outside the pharmacy. There are people around."
