10 minutes down the road, a road, in the middle of nowhere, absolutely nothing had happened.
“I'm bored.” Hannah moaned. “What shall we do?”
Chris continued to stare out of the window with his back to her.
“Hello?” She threw a pretzel at the back of his head.
“I'm ignoring you.” Chris said.
“Not any more!” Hannah smiled. “I do love you, you know that don't you?”
“I'd bloody well hope so,” Chris huffed. “I don't know whether I want to introduce you to my parents…”
“You already did. At the wedding? They seemed nice. Though you do realise our marriage is doomed due to you coming from a different social class to me?” Hannah noted.
“What, are you from lower working class?” Chris asked.
“Uh, no, middle class.”
Chris looked like a cement block had just hit him in the face.
“That's impossible.”
Suddenly the limo screeched and they were thrown forward. It hit something hard. Then everything went black.

Hannah opened her eyes and looked around. There wasn't much to look at – she appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. She sat up. She was sitting in the middle of a road, with Chris lying on the road beside her. She couldn't see any houses or people for miles in either direction.
“CHRIS!” Hannah kicked him.
“Hmm? What?” Chris opened his eyes.
“We've been dumped in the middle of nowhere!”
“WHAT?!” Chris sat up and looked around. “Oh, CRAP!” Hannah sighed.
“I guess the police are gonna have to take notice now we've been dumped in butt-fuck nowhere.” She reached in her pocket for her phone. “Chris? Do you have my phone?”
“No.” Said Chris after feeling in his pockets. “Do you have mine?”
“No.” The realisation of what had happened dawned on her. “OH MY GOD! THE BASTARDS ROBBED US!”
“AND ALL OUR LUGGAGE GOT LEFT AT THE AIRPORT!” Chris added.
“Thanks for that encouraging comment, Christopher.” Hannah stood up – the hot road was beginning to burn her arse. “Well, what do we do?”
“Walk?”
“HA.”
“No, I was being serious.”
“Ha ha – oh.”

Half an hours walk down the road in a direction that Chris and Hannah had argued about for 10 minutes, Hannah looked up and saw something on the horizon other than a cactus or a heat shimmer.
“What the hell is that?” She pointed.
Chris, who had stripped down to his t-shirt and jeans – Hannah waited in anticipation – looked up. “It looks like a hutch!”
“YEY!” Hannah started to run, but had to slow down as she felt she was flying until her face was on the floor.
They got to the hutch finally to see that it was made mainly out of straw and there was a sign next to the door saying 'Los Pero's Caf�'.
They walked in and met the staring eyes of 12 Mexican men.
“Ciao.” Said Chris.
Hannah look at Chris in surprise.
“What? You think after all my world touring I haven't picked up some language skills?”
“Oh, language skills!” Hannah winked. “I get ya.” She turned to the Mexicans. “We…come…in-“ She picked up a white napkin off a nearby table. “-PEACE.” She waved it around. Unfortunately she didn't realise that the napkin she had picked up was a sacred napkin that had been laying on the head Gangster's lap. Hannah looked around at the gangster, at his dinner then smiled sweetly.
“Nice chicken?!!”
“Hannah…I think we're in a bad place.” Chris told her.
“Look, Christopher, do you want to be saved or not?” Hannah turned back to the room of dubious looking people. “Do you have a phone we could use?” She asked.
A guy sitting near them cocked a gun and pointed it at her.
“NO, I said…do…you…have…a…phone…I…could…use?” Hannah repeated.
“Erm…Hannah, let's get out of here.” Chris grabbed her arm.
Chris just about got Hannah out the door as a hail of bullets narrowly missed them.
“The locals aren't very friendly, are they?!” Hannah commented.
“You're going to get us KILLED!”
“Come on, Joannou-baby you LOVE IT.”