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have
been a feat in itself.
    “We are here,” Kennan announced the obvious.
As if there were another cabin out here in the middle of God knows
where.
    “How does your head feel? Is there a pull
anymore?" he asked with concern lacing his voice.
    How could he possibly know that what it felt
like back at the gas station? I tried to hide my surprise as best I
could and replied shortly, “I am fine.”
    “Alright then, well, I guess you should know
this is going to be home for a few weeks. You might as well get
used to it, because there is no way you will ever find your way out
of here by yourself. Like I said before, I will find you. Always,"
he said cryptically.
    “Okay then, can we maybe go inside, or are
we just going to park it out here like a couple of lawn gnomes? I
think that there are parts of me that aren’t drenched and freezing
yet," I said snippily. I felt I had a right to be a little grouchy
considering what the last few days had been like.
    “In ya go then. Why don’t you take the
bedroom and I can sleep out here on the couch. If you want to take
a bath or anything, the bathroom is down the hall."
    “That would be nice.”
    I headed to the bedroom and was relieved to
find an actual bed with an actual mattress. Not for the first time,
I was curious as to how everything had gotten up here in the first
place. I took the boots off of my feet and peeled off my damp
socks. I noticed my feet were now covered with lovely blisters. I
was used to walking, but not mountainous hikes. I took the jacket
off and started to take my shirt off when I realized, I did not
pack a stitch of clothes. I headed back into the living room to
find Kennan building a fire in the large stone fireplace that took
up one end of the cabin.
    Kennan did not even look back at me. It was
unnerving, this new development of his. It was as if he knew
exactly where I was at all times, without ever having to look for
me. He just started talking as if it was the most normal thing to
talk to someone that was not there five seconds ago.
    “Your clothes are in the bag I just carried
up. I told you to pack a bag. Unfortunately you went all hysterical
back at the house, so I had to pack one for you. Everything you
need should be in there. If you didn’t have it, I packed it for you
out of what I already had prepared. All of your toiletries and
stuff are in that bag as well. If you want to go get cleaned up, I
will make us some dinner."
    Without responding, I went to the now much
smaller bag he had carried up and took it to the room. I unloaded
the bag slightly mortified that he had been fondling my
undergarments only to find that almost none of the clothing inside
the bag was mine. The only thing I recognized was my green sweater
and my underwear. The rest of the clothes were all in my size, but
they were meant for hiking and camping. Granted, most of my clothes
back home were for work, and we were in the middle of the woods,
but jeez I would have liked something that is mine at least.
    I noticed in the bottom of the bag was the
only picture I had left of my parents. It had been taken out of its
frame, but it was there none the less. I didn’t understand what was
going on and I just couldn’t take the not asking thing any longer.
I stormed out in the living room and started talking at him before
he could do the creepy talk to you without looking at you to know
you are there thing.
    “What in the hell is all of that in there?
Those aren’t my clothes. You kidnap me, drug me, haul me to God
knows where in the middle of the woods to probably murder me. The
least you could do is pack my own damned clothes. How do you even
know my sizes? Invasive much? Or for that matter, why the hell do
you have a stockpile of clothes for me lying about? I have been
trying really hard to keep it together and not go totally postal on
you. I have been trying to figure out why three days ago my life
was totally normal but now I am in some parallel dimension where my
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