Stars? Keith asked himself as he looked blearily out the window of whatever vehicle he was riding in.
No, too regular, he realized, struggling to sit up, buildings.
Keith struggled for a moment, trying to make sense of his awkward position. His hands were bound behind his back, he guessed with some kind of heavy rope. The car he was riding in was passing an industrial park on the highway that was lit by regularly-placed glowing orbs of halogen, buzzing in the night. Both arms were sore, so was his neck. An egg-sized lump on the back of his head indicated that he had probably been knocked out and put here, but by who? And why? He groaned a little as he tried to make himself comfortable to some degree.
"He's awake," a voice to his left grunted as a massive figure shifted himself in the seat next to Keith.
"Leave him alone for now," the driver said firmly, "he's not gonna be any more trouble - are you, kid?"