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Will to where he was just off of the ground, and Will grabbed a hold of a rusty, metal bar that connected the windmill’s two, horizontal legs.
     
                  “Okay, Jules, you can take the picture now,” Will shouted down from his perch. “And Ra chel, watch for cops, will ya?”
     
                  My gaze went directly to Rachel, who rolled her eyes.
     
                  “Hey, like I said, I’m just an innocent bystander. You kidnapped me from my home thirty minutes ago. I’m seeing nothing, and when you drop me off at home tonight, I will have seen nothing,” Rachel replied, smiling back at my questioning look. “How would I explain this anyway?”
     
                  I laughed at Rachel’s remark and turned my eyes back onto my boyfriend illegally climbing a big windmill for no real, apparent reason.
     
                  “You look ridiculous,” I said to Will as I surrendered playfully and reached for the camera in my jacket’s pocket and aimed the lens toward Spiderman. “ Let’s just get this over with.”
     
                  I snapped several photos before Rachel’s shrill frightened me, c ausing me to fumble the camera.
     
                  “I see lights. Someone’s coming,” Rachel shouted up at Will.
     
                  All eyes, including Will’s, jetted toward the lights inching down the all-but-abandone d road as instant panic set in.
     
                  The old windmill sat secluded almost five miles down a deserted, gravel path. There were no other paths leading out except for the one that we had come in on, and we would have to hurry if we wanted any chance at escaping without detection.
     
                  “Will, get down,” I shouted, turning my camera off and shoving it back into my jacket pocket.
     
                  Rachel quickly took off toward the jeep, while Will jumped from the boys’ hold and off of the metal frame. Within seconds, the two boys had scaled the four-foot fence and were darting toward the SUV as well. Rachel was already in the driver’s seat, shouting at everyone else to get into the car by the time Will’s buddies made it to the jeep. One boy grabbed the duffle bag sitting on the ground behind the SUV and jumped into the backseat after the other. Then, Will scaled the fence, grabbed my hand, and together we ran to our get-away car.
     
                  “Wait, Jules, my tennis shoes,” Will said aloud. “Keep running. I’ll go get them.”
     
                  Within seconds, he had let go of my hand and was darting toward the back of the jeep, leaving me behind.
     
                  But before I could even realize what was happening, a sharp pain raced through my ankle, causing me to fall into a disheveled ball to the ground.
     
                  “Will,” I screamed, grabbing my ankle.
     
                  “Jules,” Will shouted as he paused at the jeep’s door, shoes in hand. He had to have been able to see me. The jeep’s lights were, by now, blinding me, adding to my misery.
     
                  “Go,” Will shouted to Rachel through his mask, throwing his shoes into the back of the jeep. “Come back and get us in an hour.”
     
                  “I can’t leave you guys here,” Rachel protested. “What if it’s a crazy trucker and t his turns into a horror movie?”
     
                  Will paused to look at Rachel. His face was both puzzled and amused.
     
                  “You’re watching too many movies. It’ll be okay. We’ll be fine. Now go,” I heard Will say again quickly, as he tapped the jeep’s hood and jetted back toward me.
     
                  Rachel glanced toward the lights in the distance and reluctantly put the car into reverse and then drive and peeled out of the