As we started driving, I changed my strategy and attempted to negotiate. "I am late for a meeting," I offered. "You can drive me there. My boss speaks Pashtu and knows many Taliban officials. We can meet with him to discuss this matter." The men paid me no attention.

Could they be apprehending me for visiting an Afghan home? I wondered. Did they know I had shown the film about the life of Jesus? How could they know? I was carrying the CD in Dayna's computer bag. What would happen if the Taliban found the film? I was thankful Dayna had gotten away. At least she was safe.

We turned onto a main road and I stared out the window at the faces of passersby. If I could just spot a familiar face, I could roll down my window and shout for help. But I saw no one I knew-no neighbors, no street kids. I sat still, trying to appear calm.

Our caravan approached the turnoff for my meeting in Wazir. "We can turn here," I proposed. "My boss is this way."

"No," the man in the front seat retorted. "Your boss is at the office where we're taking you." So this had been planned out. Well, at least we were making progress-I had finally gotten a direct answer from someone. I became slightly more confident that the men would not try to harm me. Thankfully, Georg would be at the office to help me work this out.

After ten minutes, we pulled up to what appeared to be a government building, though it had no identifying sings. The street teamed with activity-shepherds herded their flocks through a throng of traffic; drivers honked their horns; pedestrians darted across the rows of vehicles. I could hear the ring of a nearby blacksmith's instruments. In the Shar-e-Nao park next to the building, a crowd of young men and boys played soccer.

Abdul positioned our taxi behind a white sedan. I could see someone sitting in the sedan's back seat. Was it Georg? I looked closely, and my heart sank. Dayna was sitting in the car-alone. I imagined the Taliban had captured her when she left the Aamir's house nearly two hours before. The big-nosed man ushered me over to the sedan and instructed me to get in. He took the heavy computer bag off my shoulder, and with it, the film. As I approached the car, I spoke to Dayna through the window. "It's okay," I said, summoning up my strength. "God is with us."