Ah... You just woke up from a faint.. My head hurts... The floor, walls and ceiling are white and cold, it seems to be evening.. It feels clear that you are moving in some kind of transport.. Oh, that's bad...

Now you need to remember the last thing you remember.. That's the last thing you remember.. How did someone kidnap you?!... And now you are... Oh God God God God... ...Steps, the truck stopped a little...

Frank: "Well well well... It seems like I accidentally stole a teenager who looked like he was ten because of his height..."