{My name is Nate Braddock, and I’m being held prisoner somewhere in the forest.}
{Held prisoner?}
{My mom and my stepfather belong to a really nasty charismatic cult, and they think I’m possessed by the devil, so they had me kidnapped and brought here for reprogramming.}
{Why would they think that?}
{Because I’ve gotten careless a few times.}
{Careless?}
{You know, revealing that I know things when I can’t explain how I know them. Thank God they never suspected that I’m gay or things would be even worse—if that’s possible. People in those cults really hate gays.}
{I know.}
{You do? How?}
{Because I’m gay too.}
{You never told me who you are.}
{My name is Quentin, and I’m in the area on business.}
This entire exchange had taken only a few seconds, and my mind was reeling from the effect—and the excitement.
{Please, you’ve gotta rescue me.}
{How will I know where you are?}