“What are we going to do?” Nalah asked with a trace of concern. “I don’t know, but I got a hunch, we knock him out and take him in without him knowing, so he won’t cause such a fuss.” The car was thumping on the bumpy road which was making Preston act up more. “Oh look, Preston said,”It’s David Beckham.” “What are you talking about, Preston?” “Nothing, preston said. “Gotta get gas, Gerard said. They all got out the car. Nalah hit Preston over the head and knocked him out. Preston blured out some words, “God told me-” but did’nt finish. Smashed in the trunk Preston slept peacefully. They arrived at the hospital, they untied him, carried him in the cell….........