Who: Owen and Marco When: Morning - Sunrise Where: Empty house in town
Owen's first thought when he woke was that he overslept. He was supposed to knock on Cecilia's door at seven to go for a run and something clicked in his mind that he was late. His next thought was that his mattress had become extremely uncomfortable. And smelled like mildew and... something else. Something worse. His third thought was a startling realization that not only was he not in his room, but someone was on the mattress with him. He squinted through the dim light, a small headache pounding at his temples. The fuckers had moved him again. And... cuffed him to someone.
Cursing, he lifted his cuffed hand and prayed that the body beside him wasn't a dead one. Nope, it was worse. It was Marco. "Hey," Owen said hoarsely, yanking his hand to yank Marco's. "Hey, wake up."