He pulled her to her feet, supporting her in a tight grip. "I'm Drake," he said with a smile that was short lived. "You don't look so good," he said, just as her body went limp. He caught her easily, pulling her to his chest before reaching down to sweep her legs out from under her.

Drake carried her to the passenger side of his car, jimmied the door open, and set her gently inside. He went back to her car and grabbed out what he could find that might be important, like her purse and phone. He hurried back to his car and hopped in.

When Raina woke, she would find herself in a dark room. She would be unable to see, though would know she was a bed or couch. The room would smell like old boxes and dust. Her head would probably still be hurting, but the bleeding would have stopped and have been cleaned away from her face.

Her things would be no where near her, and when her eyes finally adjusted, she would realize by the tiny windows at the ceiling, that she was in a basement.