At first, I thought I was blind when I came to. I couldn't see anything. But then I noticed the light coming from far away—or rather from the other side of whatever they'd put over my head.
I was alive.
My first instinct was to move, to jump to my feet and run, but I resisted.
If they thought I was still out cold, maybe I could find a way to get out before they killed me. If that's what they planned to do. But if they did, why would they have taken me, instead of just finishing me off in the street?
Was I supposed to really think that there were worse things than death awaiting me now?
Calm down, I said to myself and closed my eyes again. Taking in a deep breath, I began to make out my surroundings.
