After a while he just ups and leaves. Hours pass. There's no windows just a locked door. Is it day or night now? What's gonna happen next? I just don't feel so cocky any more. And he's right about me mates, they'll just think I've hopped off to Manchester or somewhere.

I try the cuffs. They're too tight to wriggle out of, and too tough to break.

I'm not tied to the chair so I can walk around the room, checking the walls and floor. It's solid. I'm not gonna get out of here any time soon.

I don't even know where the room is. All I could see through the door was stairs going up. Is this Smiffy's cellar? A deserted warehouse? What?

What's gonna happen next?

Hours pass...