We were driving back toward our home. William and I were bickering over whether or not we should stop half way to get a hotel. I was totally in favor of the idea, the baby was making sitting for long periods uncomfortable. William wanted to drive straight though so that he would be able to get a good sleep and have plenty of time to practice and prepare his new routine before he returned to work. We had left Pelton Glade behind us, and were now on a quiet narrow stretch of road that twisted through a no-man's land. Thick forest encroached on both sides of the road. Suddenly Shane slammed on the breaks, throwing my body hard into the seat belt. "Trouble," he said through gritted teeth. Two black SUV's, identical to the one we were driving had blocked the road ahead. Shane threw it
