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friend speaks in a totally different accent and kidnaps me.
But I can’t anymore. And cheese on a cracker, I am going to lose my
job and then Grams house if I don’t call Mike.”
    I fell onto the sofa totally losing steam
from my rambling rant.
    “First, I need to clarify that it has been
about a week now since your life was normal. It took us three days
to drive here. You don’t remember a lot of that probably. For that
I am truly sorry. The clothes were a precaution, as is this cabin
and the drugs I used on you on the way here. Mike already knows you
are gone. He knows far more than even you do about who you really
are. Your Grams was not your real grandma either, and I am not
really an American at all." He said all of this as if it was
supposed to make some sort of sense.
    I just stared at him hoping to get more. He
stared right back for a moment with that same tumultuous look in
his eyes that I had been noticing lately. After a moment, he went
back to poking the fire. Clearly, I wouldn’t be getting any more
information from him right now. Mister
"I-keep-my-mouth-shut-about-all-of-the-important-crap-but-for-the-past-two-years-I-have-had-time-to-play-pranks-on-you-and-stockpile-emergency-kidnap-you-supplies."
    I headed back to the room and started to
just change into some other clothes, when I realized I smelled kind
of bad. I guessed if I had not showered in that many days I would
be kind of rank.
    I took my bag down the hall to the bathroom,
avoiding him as much as possible in the cabin. I started the water
and was surprised to find that there was hot water. How in the
world? There must be one heck of a generator up here. I climbed in
under the hot water and let it take me away for a few minutes. I
scrubbed myself thoroughly and got out to find two fluffy towels
hanging on the rack that weren’t there before I got in the shower.
Or maybe I just did not notice them before. I grabbed them and
wrapped my hair up in one and dried off with the other. I climbed
out of the tub and rifled through the bag looking for some sleep
clothes. When I found them, I stormed out into the living room
wearing nothing but a towel and dangling a nighty from one
finger.
    “Are you freaking kidding me Kennan? Whose
is this, one of your ex-girlfriend’s? Do you expect me to parade
around like some vamped-up, sex-kitten, eye-candy in front of the
man that just kidnapped me? Where are my t-shirts and holey sweat
pants? Where are they?" I asked through gritted teeth. I really
could not seem to get my temper under control right now.
    Kennan laughed. He honest to God had the
audacity to laugh at me. And not just a chuckle, he laughed his
deep belly laugh that seemed to rumble and resonate through every
surface around him.
    “So, that’s the straw then? The choice of
pajamas and the clothes are what is setting you off. It wasn’t the
drugging you, or the making you pee in the woods, or even the four
hour hike, it is the clothing I packed for you.” He said it
laughing the entire time. Tears started to leak out of his eyes
from laughing so hard at me. This at least was a trace of the
Kennan I used to know, but I was too infuriated to be relieved.
    “Besides, Lass, that towel covers less than
those pajamas do. Yet you don’t seem to have any objections to
prancing out here in it.”
    “Quit calling me 'Lass,' you sound like a
freaking leprechaun. Who are you? Clearly you aren’t the Kennan
O’Malley I thought you were. So please, just give me something
here, or I am heading back out into those woods and walking until a
wolf or a bear or something eats me and I don’t have to deal with
this craziness anymore!”
    He sobered very quickly and nodded as if
deciding it was time.
    “Go put some clothes on, we will eat
something and then I will tell you everything you need to know.
About me, about you, and about what is happening. I promise I will
try to stop calling you 'Lass'.”
    I walked back to the bathroom with my sails
slightly