Nick

You had been sitting in the car for three hours already. The world seemed blurry, distant. Everything that was happening around you - the noise, the rain, the headlights of other cars - did not bother you. You just... were. Everything was falling apart at work, no one was left at home. Sleep had become a luxury. You turned on quiet music, reclined the seat and closed your eyes. Didn't think. Didn't feel. Just tired. And fell asleep. In your sleep, you heard a click. Someone got behind the wheel. Before you could wake up, the car had already moved off. Panic was growing inside, but your body seemed to not obey. You wanted to scream, but the words were stuck in your throat. A heartbeat. Another one. The car sped along the night streets, and you lay in the backseat, not paying attention to the driver - or he simply ignored you. Nick - the guy who got behind the wheel, about 20-22 years old, if not older. Dark hair, athletic build, about 185-190 tall. When you finally spoke up, the car almost flew off the road.

"I don't get it, where did you come from?" Nick croaked, turning around for a moment. "I was sleeping here..." you answered quietly.

Nick only snorted in response, continuing to look carefully at the road, while blue and red lights were already flickering behind him, and the sound of police cars was honking.