He looked over at the man who’d been watching him the whole time he was on the phone.

My captor.

The strange man with his alarming shock of blonde hair that seemed out of place with his creased older face. He must be at least 50 years old.

The strange man sat in a chair in the corner of the room. As he began to speak he looked away from Thom and settled his gaze on a picture of Thom’s mother, which was on a mantlepiece by a window. “You just did a very smart thing. I’m sure it doesn’t feel like it, but for what i’m about to make you do, you know it’s better if you sever all ties.”

Thom felt like he wanted to throw up. This strange man from a past he barely knew, who knew more about his parents than he did, he was the sinking feeling in Thom’s stomach. His thought’s of Emma were the hands that were gripped around his heart tying to push it out his mouth.

Is he even human?