It’s funny, really. You reach a point in your life where you think, ‘Yes! This is where I want to be! Everything is finally good!’ Then, a week later you find yourself stuffed in the trunk of a stripped, burnt out car in a condemned parking garage.

I know. You’re thinking that this is a very strange, and very specific circumstance to find one’s self in. And you’re right.

How did I get here? You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. You really want to hear it? Why not? I have about an hour to kill till they blow this place up.