Half an hour later the car was speeding down the motorway.

"So do you have any idea where you're going," asked Simon, breaking the silence, "maybe I should drive."

"You're not sober,"

"I haven't drunk booze in like….8 hours; I had a joint like an hour ago but…"

"Could you just shut up for once in your life?!"

"You're like emotionally drained…and shit, just let me drive, I used to go out with this girl from Swansea, and I know the way to Wales like the bottom of my foot!"

"The back of your hand."

"Whatever."

"The last thing I need is for you to total my car."

"When have I ever totalled your car…except for that one time?"

"And the other time."

"That wasn't me that was whatsherface….5 or 6 girlfriends ago."

"Jesus Christ, if I let you drive will you shut up?"

"I can't guarantee that….but less shit will come out of my mouth."

Marlin pulled onto a hard shoulder and they swapped.

Forty Minutes Later (SpongeBob style)

"You're going the wrong way"

"No, it's a shortcut, trust me."

"I've never trusted you, ever. We haven't seen a road sign for miles. I'm not sure this is even a road"

"Hey, what's that?"

"Don't change the subject, turn around and go back."

"No, seriously. Look it's a hitchhiker, let's pick them up."

"Are you crazy?"

"Duh!"

Simon stopped the car and signalled to the dark figure on the side of the road.

"Go, Now! This guy could be an axe wielding lunatic."

"I see no axe."

The hitchhiker, who turned out to be a young woman got into the back seat. She was of Chinese descent, her hair was dyed electric blue and she had some facial piercings and part of a tattoo could be seen peeking out from behind her scarf. She grinned at Simon and Marlin and said three little words:

"Hi, I'm Dory."

Nemo woke up from a deep sleep. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel daylight hitting his eyelids. He had the strangest feeling he was being watched. He slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on the bottom of a bunk bed in a basement, the daylight was coming from a small window up high, there were 3 other bunk beds along the wall and across the room were 5 other kids staring at him.

One of the boys broke the silence by blowing a bubble with his spit.

"Bubbles." He said quietly, giggling to himself.

"Don't mind him;" said the oldest girl, "Being trapped in a dark room for two years does things to a kid."

She looked from "Bubbles" to another girl, who was looking in a compact mirror, mumbling to the reflection.

"I'm Stella…they call me Peach. He's Bubbles…guess why. That's Deb…"

"And Flo, don't forget about Flo!" Interrupted Deb

"…and Flo. And, we call him bloat." Peach continued, pointing to the boy seated next to her

"I'm Gurgle," said one of the boys, while picking bits of lint off his t-shirt.

"I'm Jack." Said the youngest of the gang, who jumped down from the bunk above Nemo, startling him.

Nemo fell backwards, down the small gap between the bed and the wall.

"I'm stuck, Daddy help me!"

The others went to pull the bed away from the wall when they were interrupted by another voice.

"Nobody touch him," He said, jumping down from his bunk and walking over to Nemo, "You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out. Just turn, grab onto the bed and lift yourself out."

"I can't, I have a bad arm."

"Never stopped me," said Gill, lifting his arm to reveal two missing fingers.

Nemo wriggled about, grabbed onto the other side of the bed and pulled himself free.

"So kid, you got a name or what?" asked Bloat

"Nemo, I'm Nemo."