"Towels," I say, impressed. We've found a room in a nice house at the outskirts of town with a bathroom stocked with lots of fluffy white towels and sheets on the bed. Clean and pretty.

Finally relaxed, I take my first deep breath since I blacked out in my bar. Safe. But then a kernel of worry nips at my brain.

"What if the kidnappers find us? It probably wouldn't be hard," I say.

"They would have found us already, if they're looking. I think we're more trouble ...