Note to self: islands are terrible hiding spots. My parents have been snatched, and my only leverage is flowing through my veins. To fund this rescue mission, I am forced to pitch my cancer-killing blood to hospital doctors like a desperate contestant on a medical version of Shark Tank. If the doctors buy it, they can deal with the pharma companies, I get the cash, and I go hunt some kidnappers. If they don't, well, I'm out of blood and out of family.