he asked himself , he goes to step and feels the pain shoot through his leg , son of a bitch that hurt he looks down , his leg is busted , but not broken , he hobbles slowly , hearing the glass crumble under his feet , thinking back through his day hey honey i have to head downtown , he told his wife , she looked at him from around the corner , and nodded , he grabbed his keys , and walked out the front door , he looked up and saw the black car across the street , the same one that had been there for the last three days , he assumed new neighbors , they would introduce themselves tomorrow , it was a good idea , a friendly gesture , a way to welcome them to the neighborhood , he got in his car and turned the key to fire it up , he headed downtown , no particular destination , no particular purpose , other than to go for a nice drive , his leg screamed in pain , but he had n't made it far , he reached into his pocket , his cell phone was there , but it was busted , no phone calls for him , he kept walking , slower , with the pain flared up , how the hell had he gotten here , in fact the actual question should have been , where the hell was he , he looked up as he walked , and with an answer to his prayers , he sees a street sign up ahead , as he stumbles toward it he thinks back , to his supposed nice drive , he had just went in to get some beer , he did n't plan on being gone all that long , he walked in , picked up his 24 pack , threw down the money , and left , but something was different , he knew that as he watched the memory unfold in his own head , he had n't quite made it back to his car , when he had felt a gun to his back , and a whisper in his ear , youre gon na drive , and youre gon na go , until i tell you otherwise , you understand ?