Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, theremust be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of thevan against your back; it i... a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there werewitnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know whereyou are. You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag whichcovers your eyes. "Listen, Sweetie, you are going to doeverything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream. She was very pretty. Her golden straight cut hair framed a high cheek boned slim face. Her lips were wide and well painted her nose a strong pointed tip. She had manicured nails and expertly plucked eyebrow. If you had enough money even third world countries had beauticians.They looked her up and then down to her expensive gold sling back shoes. She looked more like she was off to the president's ball rather than fleeing the country."Miss undress please." What..." She was starting to sound. His footsteps fell very softly on the thick rug. He reached the door at the end of the hall, turning the knob slowly so that it wouldn't make noise. The well-oiled hinge did not betray him. But when the door opened Penelope was there, ghostly white in her evening dress, as if waiting for him. He dropped the candle and backed away, stuffing his hand in his mouth to stop from screaming. Penelope didn’t react except to pick up the candle before too much wax spilled. She cupped it in her hands and. He is blind but with a heart like his there is no need for eyes. He feels not just his world but others going through problems. Some good and some bad. In a way he is free to see the happiness through his heart. When babies are born he knows and even the blooming of trees and flowers. But as the day goes on he feels the weight of another sit beside him. The old mans name is charlie and he senses that the person beside him is not from this world. Charlie says welcome stranger you are not from.