I can see where I am. We're in a taxi. The man, I hear him talk. He seems to talk strange, using words i've never heard before. G'day, coppers, fair dinkum. Someone's next to me. The driver, dead I think. We reach an airport. He drags me out of the car, scraping me on the pavement. I feel my hands behind my back.
We're on the plane. Well, my kidnapper is. I'm in the luggage compartment. It's as cold as a freezer, if not colder. I'm going to die in here.
I feel the plane hit the ground. The door opens. I jump out, trying to run, to escape. He catches me. I hear him talk, I recognise the voice on the other end. It's my father.