The story that will be told

"Urgh…"

Carlos grunted at the striking pain in his head, and the constant bounce wasn't soothing it. He opened one of her eyes, looking around the seemingly windowless carriage. It took him a moment to grasp the situation, recalling what happened before he was in this dark space of what seemed to be a small cart that he barely fit. 

"Right…" he looked around after reviewing his memories, noticing the light from the thin gap around the small slide — a small window — for eyes to peek through from the outside. "Are they escorting me out of the capital now?"

"It must be." He nodded after several seconds, moving until his back was resting up the wall. "This is not helping. I feel dizzy."

Carlos gaged and then huffed to save himself from throwing up. His body was bouncing along the carriage, keeping his eyes open in this darkness until his vision fully adjusted and he could see his feet. 

"Why are they in a hurry?" he wondered.