I stop halfway down the hallway and notice that I’m naked. Fuck. Should I go back and face Ruth or not? I decide I’m done letting people seeing me naked—especially Denny, who God knows, where he is. I walk back into the bathroom and see Ruth on the floor… still bleeding out her nose. Shiiiit.

“Ruth? Ruth!” She looks like she’s in her late thirties. Kicking her might not have been the best idea. Luckily she didn’t bleed on my clothes, so I grab them and put them on as quickly as possible. I walk out again, but then something hits me. What if she’s dead?

Damn. I run back to the bathroom and check her pulse. She’s alive. But she could be dying.

Downstairs is just as I remember it. Denny is passed out on the couch and I look for a phone. I see a phone and quickly dial 9-1-1.

“This is 9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“This woman, she kidnapped me, and I think she might be dying.”

“Where are you?”

“A wooden house right off the highway near—”

“I’ll send help.”

Way to let me finish?