Silent - Trapped In The Dark

Now, Gavin

Nearly two years after the fire that killed my friends, I return to the north of England: Manchester this time.  To see Lucy.  But it all goes wrong.  Lucy doesn't turn up for lunch in the park as we arrange and a load of weird stuff starts again.
 
So here I am now, locked in a damp-smelling room in the dark by a bloke I've never met before, a bloke in a baseball cap.

He enters the room with a torch and stands by my feet. 'Goodbye, Gavin.'  He fiddles with a padlock.  

'Hey, let me out. You've got to let me go.'

'You're staying.'

I start to beg, but the man interrupts with, 'You were warned.'

'I won't say anything to the police.'  

'You won't get a chance to. Goodbye, Gavin.'

He leaves, and I hear him pulling Lucy along a corridor, ordering her to hurry up, his voice low, angry.  This can't be happening.  

I shout after him.  

Silence.

He's gone and he's taken Lucy with.  

In the distance, Philippa giggles mischievously. I feel her hand cradling my head, even though she died in the fire.

'Poor Gavin,' she whispers.