The man in charge, who I found out was a captain, decided to show mercy on us. He led me to his car, parked away from the border. With his muscular arms, it was easy for him to place Chasel in the back seat.

Glancing at Chasel's unconscious frame, I knew I had to find a doctor soon. Would that be easy, though?

We traveled for a while. The scenery changed from a woodsy, private area to a small city.

"Where are you taking us?" I asked him. I didn't want to look a ...