Chris and I and another person were in some kind of martial arts vigilante crew. We were captured by our arch nemesis, which was some big organization. We were pretty good martial artists, and I think we had some super powers too, but we got beat by the Asian people in the organization.

So then we lived in a cell in a jail for a while. I thought of a plan to get out, and I said we needed to train so we wouldn't get our butts kicked again. I thought I needed to work on my flexibility. So we snuck out, but I think the bad guys let us so they could follow us or something. There seemed to be a sense of hopelessness that we had been defeated, and we were at their mercy. Boo!