Matt was forced into unconsciousness after repeated head hits. The darkness was absolute.
He was in a room again, his father standing right before him this time.
"Son... What are you doing" it was the voice of his father this time.
"Dad... I... I don't know, My life is in danger". Matt was not a child this time but was just as helpless.
"Your life?.... It's in your own hand... for now... "
"For now?..."
"Your life is not in danger just yet" A smile crept into his father's face
"What is going on" Matt asked bewildered
"You need to save her... Wake up Matt. Wake up".
Matt came to consciousness slowly, his head pounding, his mouth dry. The last thing he remembered was the van, the silver mesh, Yvonne's hand in his. Now he was on cold stone, his wrists bound behind him with something that bit into his skin when he moved.
Not rope. Metal.
He forced his eyes to adjust.
