A car goes by!  Every once in a while, even.

None of them even slow down for him.

After the third time this happens he gives up and just stares out the window at the trees.

After an hour or two one of the cars slows down.

And pulls up behind them, even.

Wow, they make robots that can drive cars in this timeline.

Xavier approaches the car from the passenger side.  "- Haru?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to try and impale yourself if I cut you free?"

"I see we're in the era of sci fi writing in which the robots are allowed personal pronouns."

"...Mhm."  Xavier picks the ankle cuffs and saws through the seatbelt, but leaves Haru largely still restrained.  Then carries him to the other car.

There's a presumably-eight-year-old robot in a car seat in the back!  "Hello, Mr. Haru."

"Hi yourself," he mutters.

"Hiiiiiii.  Are you okay?"  Asks the not-super-okay-looking robot with the ice pack in the front seat.

"I'm awakening."

"Okay.  Sorry I uh, couldn't fight off Svetka Ignatyeva.  I don't think anyone really, uh, can, but.  Sorry."

(Ahead of them, the kidnapping-car's door slams shut.)

"Is there more to your name than 'Haru,' Mr. Haru?"

"Noooooo I have a mononym like Beyoncé."

"Oh."

Haru gets buckled in.  Over his bindings.  "Please describe the situation as you understand it."  And given a hug.

"Why though. My throat's fucked up from screaming."

"...I will ensure that a real human person receives your account."

"Good fucking luck with that. Fine. Assassin broke into the house somehow, we had a chatty standoff till she socked Ari in the head, I got all tied up and went with her, we drove for a while and she talked to me till she pulled over and passed out, I screamed a lot, I gave up, the rest is history."

"Thank you."  And now it's time for them to be driving away, really pretty fast.