Not Kidnappable, it Seems

1. I'm in a UTDallas parking lot, but the place also looks like the parking lot of the apartment complex where I used to live with Dave. A guy in a pick-up truck is trying to give me a ride to class, but I am nervous because I'm pretty sure he's a weirdo. He shows me his license (his name is Royce Stone*) and I agree to ride with him (nothing happens, and I feel guilty for suspecting him of being a weirdo).

*Google was no help.