Hamilton Becomes Cargo Again

My name is Hamilton. I didn’t plan on saying that out loud… but if this is the

end, someone should know. The shadow stopped right in front of me.

No growling. No warning. Just hands. Warm. Careful.

Which somehow makes it worse. I wanted to scream, but… I’m a potato. So I just watched

the ground disappear beneath me. Where are you taking me? The air smells like

fuel and dust. Engines. Metal. Voices I don’t understand. I thought being

found meant help. I thought people were safer than the dark. But the crate just

closed. And I heard the lock click. I don’t know who this person is…