Chad ran, and ran. He had to get home. He slipped out the door and on to the street. He needed to get home. A map seemed to form in his mind as he ran. Turn left here, go straight for two miles, right, go straight for half a mile, then left at the crossroads for three miles. Turn right in 3 miles. You have reached you destination.
Chad was drenched in sweat, the mechanic's jumpsuit was glued to him, his bare feet were sore, he put his hands on his knees and panted. He was home. He looked up, and blinked. Where was he? He was standing in a carport next to a beat up old mobile home. Chad wasn't anywhere near his home. it had to be 10 miles the opposite direction. why had he come here? Why was he still standing here?
The sound of a motorcycle approaching caused Chad to raise his head to look. Why was he still standing in this strange carport? Snake rolled up next to Chad. and cut his engine, dismounted, took his helmet off, put it on his motorcycle seat, and clapped a gloved hand on Chad's shoulder and squeezed.
"Good thing I programmed your GPS with my carport as your home, Carboy," Snake said.
Chad desperately wanted to move or speak, to say "I'm not your car, my name is Chad!" but he couldn't.
Snake continued, "Now give me your key, then follow me into my house,"
Chad took the key out of his pocket, and handed it to Snake silently. Then he followed Snake like a loyal puppy,
As soon as Snake entered, he stopped in the doorway. Turning, he ordered Chad to "take off the grease monkey suit, drop it next to the door, come in, close the door, then like a good slave boy come to my bedroom to undress and bathe me."
Unable to speak, Chad nodded, and obeyed.