Ron's POV

After we were grabbed and had sacks thrown over our heads, they tied our hands up behind our backs. They even tied Philby's, which seemed a little overkill. Then they tossed us in an empty trailer. The trailer started to move. We said nothing because we were gagged.

About 2 hours later, the vehicle stopped and we were carried out. We were all placed into one small cage. The sacks, gags, and ropes were then removed. Rachel and I tried to figure out how to escape (Philby didn't because he was still unconscious) but we didn't find any way out.

About 6 hours later, Philby woke up. He groaned, "What happened?" "Well," I told him, "Rachel was getting kidnapped so we fought the thugs and one of them punched you in the face and you hit your head on the ground and passed out." "Thanks, I got that. What I was asking was what happened AFTER that?" he asked, a bit annoyed.

"Oh yeah," I said, feeling stupid. "Well, we were tied up and had a sack over our heads. They threw us in a trailer and drove off with us. Then they threw us in here and took off our bindings. Rachel and I looked for a way out but we couldn't find any. We've been in here ever since." I glanced at Rachel, who was asleep.

"How long was I out?" He asked. "Well, the car ride was 2 hours and we've been in the cage for about 6 hours so that would be..." I started counting on my fingers. "8 hours?" Philby asked, sounding concerned. "Uh, yeah," I said. I hadn't finished counting, but I figured if he could tell you how many bricks were used in Great Britain in the year 2000, he could tell you what 2 + 6 is.

Lucky, Rachel woke up then, saving me from my embarrassment. "Oh you're awake," she said to Philby.

Philby checked his phone. "No signal," he announced, "So we can't call for help. We also can't receive calls." I had never used a phone and I rarely saw them, so it meant little to me. But Rachel looked horrified. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "You mean you didn't try calling for help?" Philby asked, "What have you been doing for 8 hours?" We shrugged. He sighed. "Well, get comfy," I said, "We might be here for a while."

Chiron's POV

I was getting worried. I'd called Rachel 18 times and texted her 53. I'd called the number she'd given me for her cousin but he didn't answer either. I had to take jurassic measures. I called a friend.

"Hello," he said. I responded, "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you but Rachel has gone missing. I have some leads on where to find her but I can't leave Camp. Would you mind going to find her for me?" He told me, "No problem." "Ok," I started, "Here's  what I know..."