You felt fairly certain that you would come upon Brian at the airport, only god knows why. You also felt comfortable that you were with John too. The sensible one. In fact, John was the only Queen member that actually cared that a member of the group went missing. John cared bigtime, he knew it would be the end of Queen's career if they didn't find Brian. You attempted to calm him down while you both strode back to the studio to call a cab to the airport. He still did not calm down. Not before long, there was a hooting from outside.

"Come on, Deaky.  I promise you, he'll turn up. Please! Stop crying, now come on!"

You dragged him into the taxi. "Salut." The driver said casually. John was still hysterical in the backseat, the driver gave you an exasparted glance in the rear vision mirror. "Do you mind if I turn the radio on?" Asked the driver. "Of course not." You answer. There was a quick flick of the knob and the familiar sound of Queen burst out the speakers. John sobbed even harder. The streets of Montreux passed beside you. You admired the scenary. It was not long before you realised something was not right.

Indeed, something was not right. This route was not the way to the airport! What was going on?

"Excuse me, driver, we are supposed to be going to the airport."

Suddenly the car haulted. The driver turned himself around and brandished a blunt weapon toward you and John. Your breath was trapped in your chest and you swallowed hard.

"The both of you are going nowhere." (Which is entirely ironic because he was obviously driving you SOMEWHERE). His tone changed completly as he sped through the streets. John tried to soften his cries, but he found it difficult. You and John held hands in fear. What was happening? The car suddenly pulled up in the alleyway behind a music store on the outskirts of town. He dragged the two of you out with your hands behind our backs.

You and John are pushed down some stairs to the storage basement of the store. The light switches on, to find a gaffa-taped Brian! He mumbled and struggled towards you and fell over. "I'll be back. But first..." The driver said. He remembered to tie you and John up. Dang you are in a predicament. Upon his leaving, he ripped off the gaffa tape stuck over Brian's mouth.

"What happened Brian? We were looking for you everywhere!" As soon as the evil taxi driver left.

He shook his head. "I don't know, I can't remember what happened. I only awoke a few mintues ago. I can't recall any of it." He blinked furiously. I looked across to John, he was gloriously happy.

"So you don't know about the Evil Taxi Driver?" John asked him, almost glowing.

"I suspect he wants us to play at his nephew's birthday party. So he's attempting to kidnap the whole band, so we can play in a few days."

You scoff. How ridiculous was that? "What do you want us to do?" John asks you. Hmmm, what a thought.

Escape?

Remain until Evil Taxi Driver returns?

or

Take a nap?