NICOLE

The car I'm shoved into speeds away, and for several minutes, maybe longer, I can't think or even breathe. I have no idea what any of this is about, and I'm terrified.

The smell in the car is awful and reminds me of rotten onions.

When the car comes to a screeching stop, the people on either side of me step out, and then I'm dragged out. I nearly stumble when my foot touches the ground, but I'm held upright and practically carried to God-knows-where.

Behind me, I hear Mason screaming ...