Monday, September 24th

I couldn't see a thing. It was cold, my hands sweaty and clammy. Indeed, Chase was right when he said they were being taken to the Sommet Center. Unfortunately, he couldn't have forseen what was to happen next.

They're currently preparing for hockey season, the Predators deciding to stay in town. This made the temperature in the arena about 56 degrees. As soon as I stepped into the center, I was hit over the head with a hockey stick. I awoke on the ice. I could tell this because my backside was half frozen.

I layed there for about 15 minutes, thinking I was alone all along. Then, I heard the faint murmur of voices. It was Olivia! I would recognize that voice anywhere. Sean gave a reply to her question. I realized they had stuck all of us on the ice together. Nothing would be happening at the center anytime soon, therefore, it was perfect timing. Not for us, of course.

I made an attempt to yell to the others, to let them know someone was with them. But as I forced the air out of my lungs, I realized there was no sound coming out. I tried to move, but I couldn't feel half my body. How long had I been here? More importantly, how much longer would we survive?

Sunday, September 23rd

It was the perfect fall day. I had just come back from town, when I saw I had missed a call from my friend, Chase. He, Olivia, and Sean had all been taken hostage. They didn't know where they were going, but he thought they could be headed for the Sommet Center. He had panic in his voice as he said, " The man has blind-folded us and put us in a trunk. We have felt around for an emergency escape pull, but there is none. The man had an accent, where he's from, I'm unsure of. I heard him mention the Sommet Center and figure that is our final destination." Then, there was silence. The next three minutes were a blur to me. Calling 911 then jumping into my car. I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was I had to reach the Sommet Center before things really got out of hand.