I awoke some time later in an area I did not recognize. I tried to move but I was still groggy, like I had just awakened from anesthetic. I tired to get up but was too unsteady and fell back to the ground. I must have fallen out of conscious again as the next thing I remember is it being night. I was more steady on my feet this time as I was able to get a better idea of my surroundings by the eerie light of the full moon. I must have been out for days under her control, when I was taken the full moon was at least a week away. This let me know that she had me there for at least a week. I do not recall anything between when she first captured me and now.

I was dressed in clothing that I had left in my camp so she did me a small favor, but I had no tools anything to make a fire with or any way to call for help. As it was night I choose to stay put instead of wandering aimlessly. I tried to go to sleep but images of the experience keep waking me. I wondered if I would ever sleep normally again.

When Dawn arrived I rose from my restless slumber and got a better look around. I was in an area similar to where I had camped and the ridge lines looked the same. This let me know that I was not taken from the region just dropped into a different spot. This is good news for me as I know the area has many small streams that lead to the local river and I can get help there form a fisherman or make it to a town along its banks. I headed down hill to find the water that will lead me to rescue.

The trip to the river was rather easy as if the area I was dropped off in was planned. There were game trails making the path clear every way I need to go. Upon finding the river it did not take long to find a local fisherman who was willing to help me out. Though talking to him I found that I had been gone only a week and that the search parties had only just stated. The old fisherman called the local rangers stations to let them know I had been found and he then took me to the hospital to be checked out. While there I had related what I had been though to the local doctor, police and rangers. They collectively decided I had gotten a hold of some local loco weed and had lost my mind and gotten lost. I did not blame them as I had been though it and hardly believed what had happened. If I heard the story my self I would think the way they did. As if to prove what they believed testing did show levels of the chemicals found to be in some of the local hallucinogenic plants in the area. To appease the local police I said that I do remember using some local plants that looked like sage for a stew I made one night. Better to make it seem like a mistake than being some drugged out hippie.

After some recovery time in the hospital I was sent back to my home and welcomed by my worried friends and colleagues. I related to them what I saw in my accidental “trip” and they all got a good laugh out of it. It was hard to make it seem I was in on the joke of the whole matter and good hearted about it but I knew the reality. I was her prisoner and she was not done with me yet even though I was free. Time would tell what her plan was.

Weeks had passed after I was home and life started to settle back in to its normal humdrum. Waking up, going to work, coming home, watching TV then going to bed. Before HER that was okay, but now I needed something more. I needed to be around people. I had a desire to go out and meet women, any woman would do I just needed to be with them. Something deep down was pushing these thoughts and they could no longer be swept aside. The only place I could think of to go was the local bar.