I looked around. This deffintly isn’t my room… but whose was it then? I heard noise coming from another room. I slowly got up out of bed, noting that I wasn’t wearing the pajams I remembered putting on. I walked catiously into the adjoining room.

Mike was there. Well, someone who looked like Mike. It couldn’t possibly be Mike because he had moved to Europe three years ago.

“Mike?” I asked tenativly.

He turned around and smiled. That beautiful smile I had loved when we were toghether. But that was so long ago, now.

“Mike, what’s going on here?” I asked, still in shock from seeing him again.

“I kidnapped you. Do you mind?” He asked slowly.

Ha. Do I mind. Isn’t it a little late for if I did?