Want to go home

I woke up with a terrible headache and at the same time noticed two things: it was dark around and I wasn't alone. Are we moving? My vision blurred, my eyes rolling, almost instinctively, to regain my balance, sensing something familiar. I was in a truck, my whole body sprawled on the floor.

Panicked, I tried to move my entire body, only to find that my every movement was extremely slow and futile. My hands were tied behind my back, and my legs were free but heavy.

Again, I tried to adjust my eyes in the dark. Both rear windows are covered with pitch-black glass, but even in the gloom, I can still discern four distinct shapes. Their voices tell me they are men. They talked to each other in a language I didn't understand. If you listen closely, it's a quick series of speeches, short and clear. It's a bit dull, very strange... maybe it's a Middle Eastern accent. Is that important? My brain said yes, that's the clue. But then that small consolation also slipped away. Seeing icebergs in