The 'Accountant'

She awoke with a pounding headache and not much memory left. Feeling as though she had been punched in the jaw, her face as she felt around was clearly bruised. It was late at night and she was being driven down a long, endless road whilst the stars fluttered in the sky. Yet she still had no memory of who she was or the person driving the car. Her initial idea was that she had been kidnapped. She was not going the scream - she concluded that it would probably make the situation worse.

She fumbled around with her pockets, looking at anything she might have to get herself out of this situation. Out of the depths, she brought out three items: a newspaper clipping, a small notebook filled with monetary figures and a set of keys. The monetary figures were in their millions and so the woman was faced with a conundrum about the kidnapping: 'I must be someone important' she thought to herself. 'I've been kidnapped for money!" Though she needed to be sure without bringing attention to herself.

There was still the question of where they were going. The road was simply endless and the darkness became even darker with every inch they moved. After a few minutes, she hears the American accent, thick and southern, from the driver's seat. "Are you alright back there? You had quite a nasty fall." She didn't turn around but instead, cocked her head back for a couple of seconds. "Do you want anything to eat? Are you hungry? I know I'm starving." The driver reached into her pocket and pulled out two chocolate bars, throwing one to the back seat where the woman was now propping herself up on her elbows. The woman took the chocolate bar out of the wrapping and ate it, wondering why her captors were helping her. Cautious not to overplay her appreciation, though it was clear she was hungry.

She shifted around in her chair, now sitting completely upright, and looked around her surrounding area. There were no items on or underneath the seats and, in the trunk of the car there were several black bags. Each of the bags was stuffed with something though she did not know what. To pass the time and keep her mind off the situation, she took the newspaper clipping out of her pocket and leafed through it. It was a picture of a woman and beneath it was written 'fugitive at large for robbing banks across America with a band of rebellious women'. Her heart stopped that perhaps, they were kidnapping her as leverage. Her heart and mind began to speed up and she became visibly anxious. She began to weep profusely.

"What's wrong?" The driver asked. "Are you in pain?" But she didn't reply. She was in some kind of pain. "What you got there?" The driver reached back and took the newspaper clipping and laughed. "This is ridiculous! Your hair isn't even that colour anymore."