The sun set and darkness fell as the van drove down the midwestern highway. Molly sat quietly, hands on her knees, looking over occasionally at the driver. Marcus stared straight ahead. She tried not to fidget, but she was starting to get a little bit nervous. Where was he taking her? Maybe this hadn't been a good idea...
Soon she noticed that they had been driving for nearly an hour but still hadn't found an interstate. The inky darkness of the night shrouded the countryside; all was black except for the occasional light from a distant farmhouse. Molly wished she could go to those lights, to a farmhouse like her family's...
She stopped daydreaming when the van suddenly turned off the road and onto a small dirt road leading into the woods. Molly was disoriented, had no idea where she was or where they were going. She eyed Marcus suspiciously as the van rumbled into the woods. She bit her lip, but was too afraid to ask what was happening. She thought she saw a hint of a smile on his face in the dashboard light.
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