The sound of pots rattling startled you from your thoughts. You weren't sure why you didn't just run, the door was right there. The memories of what happened reply in your mind, wondering where it all went wrong. Taken as a hostage, you thought he was going to kill you, but surprisingly he made you his little accomplice, teaching you how to be a criminal.

Not that you listened though, you could care less.

But nonetheless, he cared for you in his own strange way, hiding you in his RV as he planned his next crime, making you some sad attempt at mac and cheese, which you really did not feel like eating, but at this point there isn't really much of a choice. He occasionally glanced over at you, looking between you and the door. Why though? You couldn't figure it out.