.. She undoes my wrists and pushes me roughly to the ground, and a blindfold is tied around my head then I feel a ball gag put into my mouth, and her...voice whispers, deadly soft in my ear: "this will stay there until you learn..." So now I am lying on the floor, blind and silenced. I hear a door open and then close. Lying on the carpet in a silent, dark room, I wonder what is happening. Leather has not given me instructions, I wonder if I am allowed to touch myself? My hand is just starting. We instituted a search, but we never did find him. God only knows what happened to him and his plane.Certainly, the battery driving his main engine was going to run down eventually, so he could not fly forever. He must have forgotten that in his panic. We had to give up the search while we still had enough juice in our batteries to get back to Miami. Once home, we decided that it was just not worth the danger of trying to find John. We figured that we were better off without him!Since John had. When I turned off my bedroom light I could see light now shining through the two holes into my room, my heart began to race and I froze...I was too scared to peer through the large hole that gives me a great look into my sisters room. I saw the light flickering as if something was moving past the holes blocking the light for a moment, I began to grow curious of my sister was trying to peer into my room from the holes behind her dresser. After a minute I heard a quite knock knock sound coming. There was a light switch by the door and Mary flicked it on. The place was somewhat dusty and it smelled damp, but not mouldy. There were several pairs of oars on end in a corner, a table across the short end, and racks on both long walls. I could see fly and bait rods and two or three small nets. The table had a small vise attached to it. On top were two tackle boxes and a 4 x 3 matrix of pigeonholes, which appeared to have reels and spools of line in them. Finally, there was a box of tools.