Rollie opened his eyes, groggily looking around a unfamiliar damp room. He was laying on his back, on a cold wet cement floor. The room was dark, the only light was coming from a tiny, dust covered window.
He couldn't remember much of how or why he was here. Wherever here was.
The clearest memory he had of this 'abduction' was struggling, then being jabbed in the arm with a needle. Most likely filled with a sedative. Rollie also remembered someone screaming his name. Angie.
Rollie turned his head, still flat on his back, and saw Angie, laying on her side, her back towards him, a couple feet away.
Pulling himself up to his knees, Rollie crawled over to her still form, rolling her onto her back.
Checking her for a pulse, Rollie let out a sigh of relief as he felt a fairly strong pulse.
Rollie gathered the unconscious woman into his arms and settled back against a wall.
He held Angie tight, as he thought over there predicament. Why was this happening? Who was doing this? Why were they doing this? How long had he and Angie been in this room? Those were the questions Rollie kept repeating, with no answers to go with them.
Rollie was brought out of his thoughts by a movement in his arms. He looked down to see a confused and glazed eyed Angie looking up at him.
"Rollie? What's going on? Where are we?" She asked.
"I don't know, Ang. I don't know." Rollie told her, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. "Go back to sleep."
At that she, obeyed, and leaned her head back on his chest and fell back to sleep.
One thing Rollie promised himself was that what ever happened he wasn't going to let anything happen to Angie. Nothing.
