Responding to Jordan

My eyes blink open to blinding beams of light. Flashlights? Could rescue have come so fast? "Hey! Hey, over here!"

"He's over here guys!" The flashlight beams converge on me, slumped against the base of the tree.

"It's so good to see you guys..." I stutter, "I was worried I was gonna be stuck out here all night."

"It's raining in Denmark."

It's... what? My thoughts of rescue are now twisting in my stomach. "That's-that's nice. Um, do y'all have a car or something. I live just in the next town-"

"It's raining in Denmark."

I can't tell if the confusion or the flood of light in my eyes is giving me this splitting headache. "Uh... do you need an umbrella?"

Two figures emerge as shadows from the light. The voice that's been speaking to me, whispers something behind him that I barely hear. "He's been compromised. We're bringing him in right now." The shadows hoist me from the ground and start to march forward, dragging me behind them.

"Uh guys... guys! Please, I don't understand! What's going on? What does 'compromised' mean? Where are we going?"

There wasn't an answer. Nothing but a bag over my head and a sharp punch to the jaw.