Something is thrown over my head, replacing the brightness of the sun in my eyes with darkness. It smells like garbage, and the roughness of the material is making my skin itch. Familiarity overwhelms me just as I feel the back of my head being struck by what I presume to be a metal rod. I am lifted off my feet and thrown onto something hard. My last thought before I lose consciousness is one of resignation; For the second time in my life, I’m being kidnapped.