"Damn," he says, plopping down in his desk chair sighing.I walk over to the couch, lift the cushion, and pull out his blue folder. "Oh, wait. Is this ...what you are looking for?" I say waving his folder in the air, trying to look innocent."Yes! How did it get there? Wait ... why did you sit there watching me search for the last ten minutes? What is with you lately? Why would you ..." he yelled, then cut off his sentence, awareness spreading across his face. I see a lightbulb go off inside his. If there is anything you want, tell us and maybe we can help you." "Maybe he's thirsty." Kenny said. Paul poured some milk into the dish of his cat, Puff. Paul also put some food in the other bowl to see if he was hungry. The dragon just poked at the bowls and looked sadly around. Missy got an idea and decided to make the dragon look fancy in stripes and polka dots. She gave him a dandelion necklace and a paper hat. Paul held up a mirror and the dragon realized it wasn't what he really wanted. An overtired semi driver had fallen asleep and crossed the median, sidewiping Cara's car. Ben had swerved hard to make it only that bad as otherwise it would have been head-on and they wouldn't have stood any chance as the semi would have crushed their small SUV like a empty beer can at a frat party. As it was, Ben and Beth had been killed almost instantly, with Cara miraculously only bruised and battered but in a case of complete mental shutdown from the shock. Heartbreakingly, it seemed. If she could see the truck it would look just like any other from the Bombay Maharashtra Transport Company, one of the big trading companies of India! The metal doors of the big truck, open with an eerie creaking sound! But this truck is not to transport the goods of commerce. It is a carrier of naked helpless women to be sold on the black market of the illicit sex trade, and Maya along with these other women, who have also been abducted or coerced into meeting a stranger for kinky sex,.