Finishing their cup, the driver placed the cap back on the top of his thermos sitting in the cupholder. However, Yem’s drink seemed to have something added to it; tasteless but effective. Once the sip of tea touched her lips and running down her throat, so did the almost invisible traces of something else that it was laced with. Cradling the cup in her hands, Yem blinked slowly at it, realising something was off. Her eyelids were heavier and her vision was blurry. She carefully put the cup down next to her, knowing something was up. Then all in ten seconds. Just ten seconds and her head rolled back on the seat; Yem wasn’t conscious.
When Yem awoke, the car was stationary and her bag was now seated on the opposite side of her. She was in a different car, which was nothing unusual. The sun was beaming down from above, it can’t have been much after 10am. The car was parked on a range of hills that half-circled a forest valley. Not 40 metres away, downhill, was an overgrown dirt path into the trees.