The woman's car had broken down and her phone was dead. She knew it was a bad idea, but what could she do? She was out of any options and she agreed to it.

It was fine, at first. The old man who was driving seemed pleasant enough and they were going in the right direction. She shifted in her seat and looked over to see a town sign when she noticed a small blanket in the back covering what looked like something the size of a basketball. A quick, too fast turn by the old man move the blanket and the woman gasped. It wasn't a ball, it was a human head! She screamed and was in such a state she didn't even feel the needle enter her neck.

Andy walked away from the van angry but unable to do anything. She didn't deserve to have her head put on that machine. She truly didn't and he should know, it was his head on that machine for the last four days. Where his body was he had no idea.

As he walked away, he wondered what sort of body she would get. He hoped a decent one, but it was out of his hands. His feminine, manicured hands.