Kidnapped once again by The Famous Author, I have no clue where we are, where we're going, or what we're going to do when we get there. I've been tossed in the back seat of this Camry Solara and I recognize nothing that passes. It feels warm. They speak some sort of funny English.
Here's a map I stole from the front seat when TFA went into a liquor store. If you have any clue where we are, leave me a comment. Maybe I can get back home. Thanks. AC