Things start to happen in a blur after you finish the cup of coffee. It had been a long week for you, traveling, and you'd forgotten your currency for the country you were in. A nice man named Ty bought you a cup, letting you sit while he put in your favorite toppings/additives. He came and gave it to you, making small talk while he made sure you drank it all. He has dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked safe. His arms were tanned and scarred, but strong as an oak.

Everything begins to blur. He notices that whatever he put in the cup is working. Without wasting any time, he slings his arm around your shoulder as he helps you to the back of the building. He puts a wig on you and changes your clothes, all while putting these chocolates in your mouth. They taste sweet, but every bite makes your mind that much more foggy.

Hours pass while you stay in this dream-like state until you wake up in the back of a car. Of course, you start to struggle when the car stops. Ty opens the trunk and holds a cloth to your mouth, hushing you as you fall back asleep.

The next time you wake up, you're laid on a bed. It's hot and bright everywhere, and your clothes feel like winter gear in this heat. Are you in the desert? Opening your eyes, you definitely have a bit of a hangover from the drugs. The building you're in is wooden and small, with few windows. You see the sand outside, along with a beaten up side by side, 3 large, metal barns, and a chicken coop. A voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

"It's alright. I didn't hurt you." Turning your head, you see... Me. I can see the thoughts flashing through your expression; where are you here? Who am I? Where are you? A desert? I clear my throat, stepping closer, slowly.

"Easy. How do you feel?"