I wake up to the sound of tires riding on gravel I sit up to see where I’m at. It takes me a second to register where I am but once I do, i see I’m in the middle of the woods riding along a path. it’s a long narrow, gravel path. my eyes dart to the front of the car. I hear slow low humming in the front. I go to tap the man’s shoulder to sign to ask where I’m at but I stop at the site of him. he’s...