You,Paul and another, we’re being held captive in a ship.

BACKSTORY: you and Paul never got along, you worked together once, it didn’t end well…but here you were, your right ankle tied to his left

the people holding you hostage entered…and then spoke ‘we’ll drop them in the desert,let the worms have them’. The second guy spoke, ‘why don’t we just cut their throats?’ you froze, only you could understand the language they were using, and Paul noticed and looked at you confused.