Sam laughed when Mojo started licking at his face, and was almost grateful for something familiar. Even if it was weird that whoever kidnapped him had also decided to snatch his dog. He had a car that would be a lot more interesting to the kind of person who'd do this, after all. "Sam." He held Mojo at a slight distance so the licking would be over. "Sam Witwicky."

Which left the almighty question at last. "Where am I?"