No, the end of this installment is not a mistake. Not my mistake, anyway.
The Jace Letters
by Karen Funk Blocher
© 2006 by KFB
Subject: Why I'm not there
Date: 4/??/??? 09590fh2fy08y
Dear Jace –
I don’t see how this email is ever going to reach you, but if it does, please tell your parents I’ve been kidnapped.
This is not a joke!
I don’t know why I’ve been kidnapped. There don’t seem to be any ransom demands. The only person I’ve seen since I woke up here isn’t telling me much of anything. In fact, she hardly says a word at all. I’ve decided to call her “Gabby.” Just about the only thing she did say was that if I wrote you an email, you would get it. So I’m doing it, just in case. Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, I have to write down what’s happened, and try to make sense of it all.
It’s impossible to tell where I am. There are no windows, and the only door out of the three rooms – bedroom, bath, small living room or study – is dead-bolted. Locked. I have my computer (obviously), but it’s not online. Or, if it is, there’s something wrong with the connection. I can’t get to any current web pages, blogs or AOL, or access my email. I have the clothes that were in my suitcase, and I have my iPod, and I have enough to eat. That’s all.
I haven’t actually been very hungry since this happened. Not that I know what happened. Not really.
All I know is