"You. It's you." I state, covering my eyes from the scorching sun as I look at the familiar stranger.

"She's a cop." The young queer male states. Now that I got a proper look at him, he didn't look as young as I thought he did. I mean, he was young, he looked young, but not as young as a teenager.

"Can you please get us out of here? Please?" A girl, dressed in a white sun dress which is now stained with dirt pleads with me, grabbing my hands as though she was trying as hard as she could to cling onto life.

"I promise, nothing will happen to...