The Field

Who: Kurt and Bethany
When: around dusk
Where: the path around the woods

A ripple that was more than a ripple rolled through the mattress underneath Kurt. Only it wasn't his mattress, because he sank into it a little. A convulsive frown crossed his sleeping face, and he shifted his weight, only to sink in a little more. That wasn't right. A second later, the small itching sensation started on the skin of his legs and arms. It brought him around a bit more. He was brought around rather violently when something brushed up against his calf that didn't feel anything like the German shepherd he shared a house with.

Kurt sat bolt upright, blue eyes popping open. What. The. Bloody. Assfuck. He stared wildly around at the sand dunes he was surrounded by, feeling the wind ruffle his hair. It looked to be around dawn or dusk. He glanced down at himself ... everything seemed to be whole and uninjured, and his pillow and blanket were with him.

( Come on, let's get you hydrated. )

Who: Bethany
Where: The edge of the oasis
When: Late morning tp dusk

She’d woken slowly, luxuriating in the rare beauty of waking up before her alarm clock. With her head under the thick cover of her comforter, it hadn’t even registered to the heavy sleeper that the sun was out. More than anything, it was the warmth that brought her around. Had Brad cranked the heat up?

She flipped back the covers from her face and, instead of the tastefully mint-and-chocolate decor of their master suite, there was dazzling white light. Squinting, disoriented, Bethany sat up. It was then that she realized that she was not tucked up in her king-sized memory foam bed, but rather stuck in a contour of her own body in fine sand.

She stood and brushed herself off. The more that sleep cleared from her vision, the more that she became aware of her heart pounding in her throat. She didn’t know where she was! Someone had kidnapped her!

( Why Do We Always Think The Worst? )