I had expected them to do something to me, but instead I was left unwatched, untouched as the two men who had snatched me argued about where the next safe rest stop was. Ignored, I curled up in a corner of the empty van and closed my eyes, dreaming of a place I knew I would never find. A sad dream, perhaps, but a safe one: one I had grown up with. It occupied me until the van slide to a grinding halt, and the two men, swearing all the time, yank the doors open and fled, leaving me behind. The reason for their dash became apparent when the silence was suddenly filled with the whine of police sirens. However, they, too, left me behind, pursuing the fleeing criminals.