I can tell immediately that it's a man by the muscled arms and the strength he has. After a few kicks to his shin, and a couple of punches to his face, it finally sinks in that he's calling me by name and begging me to calm down. Finally, I recognize his voice. “Nick!” “Canada, I'm sorry! I got ...
He screams too. I crawl away from him as fast as I can, until his voice finally cuts through my fear. It's not Jake! I turn my head back - ready to take off - and look at the man who is walking slowly toward me. Terror shows on his own face, his arms stretched out toward me as he begs me to stop....