Upon further reflection, it would seem that letting yourself be captured by unidentified men almost immediately after you escaped prison (based solely on a vague description of their outfits) might not be the best move.

When we finally did get out of the forest—or I assumed we had, because a breeze hit my exposed arms—I was shoved into the backseat of a vehicle very unceremoniously and my hands were tied together. Smart of them, because I had planned to just take the hood off my own head once they left me alone back here.

The road we travelled was bumpy, and it only got worse when they threw me into what seemed like a small motor boat and set sail on the rough ocean. If you are wondering what 'boat that hasn't been cleaned since last century' smells like, may I suggest letting it remain a mystery.

"If you guys don't let me out of here soon I'm going to puke in your lovely black bag," I said as the boat lurched yet again.

"We're almost there," a small voice said from my left. And then the boat went silent again. Look, I might be naive, but I'm not naive enough to jump out of a boat into the water with my hands tied behind my back. Plus, I can't really swim.

I was starting to feel like I hadn't planned this out nearly well enough when I was dragged off the boat, cutting my leg on a sharp metallic object on the way out. Great! Now I need a tetanus shot or whatever.

Finally, after tripping over a rocky path, I was shoved through a door into some type of structure at least strong enough to block the wind, though if I'm being honest, it didn't seem to be good for much else.

"Sit," said a stern voice I couldn't place. Hands pressed into my shoulders and I crashed down into a hard metal seat that clanged against the stone floor when my butt hit it.

"You could give me a second to do something before you force me to do it, buddy." I'm getting really brave around dangerous people lately. Can't tell if I should be proud or go see my doctor.

I didn't get another word in, though, as the bag was removed from my head and I had to blink to adjust my eyes to the relative light of the room. I say relative light because anything seems light compared to the inside of a dark sack, but the room really was almost pitch black save for a yellow-orange glow emitting from behind a decorative screen in the corner.

"Is Mr. Johnson or Jackson or Smithson or whoever here?"

The man sitting across from me stood from his chair and walked around me. He probably meant it to be ominous, but it just reminded me of those solar system dioramas they made you paper mache together in like fifth grade. I was the sun and he was some sad attempt at a planet.

"You can stop trying to scare me, man. I know who you guys are." I mean, I didn't really know who they were, but I had a pretty good guess. The actions were consistent with the first time I'd been picked up by the guys in the ugly black suits. This one was less handsome. Oh, well. You can't win them all.

"No, Harper. None of us are Johnson or Jackson or Smith." He paused for a second, looking out a window. "Or Smithson," he added. "But I am Lopez and you are here because you evaded custody."

"I didn't evade anything! I literally walked right off the property and drove off in a registered vehicle."

"And how did you do that, exactly?"

"I walked off the property. And then got in a car. I thought I explained that part already."

"You want to go home, Ms. Holland? Because I think it best if you cooperate."

"Look, Mr. Lopez. I've been here before. You're going to threaten me for a bit and then eventually let me go or make me do something ridiculous. But before you do that, you are going to give me my phone back so I can be even remotely helpful to you. I know things you only want to know. Call Johnson or Smithson or whoever it is. I have time."

"They warned me about you."

"Then why'd you try Mr. Tough Cop routine?" A bird or small squirrel or something squealed in the distance and a very short man came through the door.

"Let's just put her in for the night and try again in the morning." His deep voice boomed through the room and shook the walls. He was clearly the one in charge. Mr. Tough Cop Lopez was only there to keep me busy or learn something or whatever. Fun.

The whole thing was starting to seem like a really bad reality TV show by that point. But I have no idea how to get out of it, so might as well keep playing. "I do hope the food here is as good as the last prison." I stood and followed the man at the door as Lopez trailed after us.

The building was surrounded by a lot of smaller ones, all of which looked quite decrepit from the outside. The red paint flaking off the windowsills had long since been worn down by the salty air coming in off the sea.

Wait, sea? Where are we? And how are they planning to keep anyone stronger than an infant contained in such rickety buildings?

The gruff one pointed at Lopez. "You stay with her. I have to go in and talk plans. Don't move until I get back."

Lopez nodded. Yay! More time alone with the sketchy dude. I was starting to wonder if these really were the same men in black suits I had met before.

No more than five minutes passed before Lopez was tying me to a nearby coconut tree and wandering off into the forest.

"Your boss said you weren't supposed to leave me alone!" I screamed after him, trying to figure out how to free myself from the rope that tightly bound my wrists together.

Turns out it was almost impossible to free my wrists from each other, but it wasn't so hard at all to free my wrists from the tree. He had tied me around so loosely that all I had to do was pull the knot around to the front and untie it, leaving my wrists together the entire time.

I didn't know how much time I had, so the problem of getting my wrists apart from each other would have to be a problem for later. I scooped up the rope to leave as little evidence as I could and then turned and ran back toward the place I had landed on the island.

That's the last place they would expect me to go, right?

Well, probably not. But it was somewhere to start.