Booker started to open his eyes but quickly winced as a sharp pain rushed from his head through his spine. He reached for his head, but his hands wouldn’t move. He now felt the ropes tight around his wrists. As he fought through the pain, he caught a glimpse of the man in front of him. The man was wearing a jacket and a hat, but the room was dark and Booker’s eyes were having trouble focusing. Booker’s memory of the last twenty-four hours began cascading through his mind. He was in trouble.