"But, back to your perdicament last night. The girl in the leather pants... did she have brown hair and a rather surly expression, answers to the name of Faith?" Not that he cared per se, but information was power, and power was something Aidan wanted to have over Faith.

"I didn't get her name, I was kinda busy gettin' my head kicked in at the time" she said glibly. "The rest is about right though. Y' know something 'bout her too?" She was interested in what Aidan had to say, her thinking mirroring his to a point. This intel swapping was turning out to be pretty useful. It wouldn't surprise her if she was another of Xander's 'friends'. He seemed to have quite the harem, she could connect at least four girls to him already.

Written by Nick, Nominated by James

Willow Rosenberg hoisted her bag over one shoulder, smoothed down her ankle-length skirt and made her way off the small plane that had just landed at the Roswell Industrial Air Center. She made her way into the terminal and headed over to the nearest help desk.

"May I help you, Ma'am?" the young man in uniform behind the desk asked her politely.

Willow smiled, tucking a stray bit of copper-red hair behind one delicate looking ear. "Yes, my name is Willow Rosenberg and I shipped a rather large package here from Sunnydale, California. Where do I need to go to recover it? They told me it would be too big for regular baggage claim."

He grinned at her and nodded. "Yes, I was informed about it. They had to make special arrangements because it wouldn't fit through the doors on the luggage carrousel. Right this way, Ma'am."

Willow followed him through the airport terminal to a door that led into a large warehouse-like facility at the back of the airport. Sitting alone off to one side was a very familiar looking box.

Grinning at the attendant, Willow said, "Thanks for your help. I can take it from here. Honest." She was practically bouncing in place with pent up excitment.

He gave her an odd look, obviously wondering how she planned to handle such a large box all by herself, but Willow simply put on her best determined face [TM] and waited patiently for him to get the message and leave.

Once he was gone, Willow walked over to the box and stood just in front of it. Noticing the little smiley-face stickers that dotted its surface, she couldn't help but giggle. Considering what was inside, having those on it was actually rather funny... in an ironic sort of way.

Setting her bag on the ground, Willow stood up on her tippy-tip-toes and rapped on the box lid. "Hello?" she called timidly. After all, she had no idea what kind of mood he'd be in after being shipped inside a box.... even if it was a rather roomy one. But he tended to get... edgy sometimes. She pouted, her lower lip sticking out in a way that most young men would have termed adorable. Not that Willow would believe that, of course.

Bending down, she pulled a small packet of powder out of her bag and sprinkled some on the lid of the box. Then she whispered, "Wengardium leviosa" and had to restrain herself from squeeling for joy when the lid to the box began to float up into the air all by itself. She hadn't been sure if the spell would work or not, though Giles had assured her it would.

Waving her hand, she directed the box lid to land on the floor beside her and then turned her attention back to the box. Standing up on tip-toes again, she peeked over the rim of the box.

"You awake in there?" she asked, her voice sounding just a bit too squeeky and young for her liking. But she couldn't help it. All her nervous energy, combined with a bit of edginess because of her company and all that caffine she'd had.... it was a bad combination.

"C'mon out, Mr. Crankypants!" she cried, bouncing a bit on her feet, which made the whole box shake.

Written by Sonya, Nominated by Erin

Xander couldn't help but smile at the guy. He just seemed to ooze happiness. It was infectious. "Well, that's good to know. Trust me, I have enough trouble on my plate without looking for more where there isn't any. I'll be good. Scout's honor." He gave the demon a quick salute and then took the flyer he'd offered and scanned it over quickly.

Looking back up, he shrugged and said, "I could take a few of those if you wanted. Pass 'em out to some of the local kids. If it would help."

The red, blue and green swirls around his left ear suddenly vanished to be replaced by a deep burnished orange. The guy had relaxed. Lorne resisted the urge to throw his arms around the young man as they really weren't at that stage in their relationship but the gratitude seeped out of every pore. "Oh sugar, I swear you'll make number 3 on my eternal gratitude list if you would. I really have to bust my exceptionally cute butt to even cover a fraction of the ground I had hoped to so any help on the publicity front is appreciated."

He took a large wodge of the flyers and handed them to Xander. He also took out a small card from his pocket and put it on the top of the pile. "And this is for being the delivery boy sent from heaven. It's a comp ticket. You and a friend can drink whatever you're legally entitled to for free tonight so make the most of it cause really, I'm not known for such acts of boundless generosity..."

He stopped as the familiar warm tingle of a completed spell washed over him. "I see the girls have finished..." He said almost to himself. He had brought the furies in from LA to perform a rather distinct variation on the Caritas spell. The old spell had merely prevented demon violence... Hence his troubles. This one simply prevented violence. So in essence the spell could work on anyone or anything, well at least that was the theory and the demon was only too aware that theory and practice were often two VERY different things. Still it should work and there was still the rather impressive security team if it failed for any reason.

He smiled at Xander once more. "See I hate violence so much its now totally impossible in here. Even for me. This place is a sanctuary. But there are downsides to that, it means that EVERYONE who behaves is welcome. The good guys and the bad guys alike and I expect everyone to respect that. I read whoever asks me and I tell them what I see. It's as simple as that really." The smile that had faded as thoughts of how the last sanctuary was violated by a bunch of humans returned as he sighed deeply. "Well enough of the serious stuff and back onto the oodles of fun. Now if I don't get the rest of these out before long my opening night will consist of me, you, your friend and a couple of Granech demons who love nothing more than murdering every song in existance... So..." He moved a little closer to the door still smiling.

Written by Sonya and Allie, Nominated by Angela

And trust Buffy to shatter the sense of calm that Jessica had managed to give him with just a few words. Fuck. He *so* didn't need this right now...

Xander sneered at Buffy, unable to keep the anger out of his voice and expression. "You really want to know? Will it make things alright in the world of Buffy to know that the warlock shot the werewolf with silver bullets? Will it please you to see my scar? Will it make you happy to know that I lost control and gutted him like a fucking fish? Will you get your jollies out of the fact that Xander the Freak left Jeff the Good and Pure on the side of the road like glorified road kill?"

Xander grabbed his shirt by the collar and wrenched it to the side, exposing the red and puffy looking scar that was on his shoulder, an ugly mark that he'd always carry, healing powers or no, because it was made with silver bullets. "There it is. Your proof. So run along now and scour the hospitals for poor, battered Jeffery. And if you *do* find him, would'ya send him my regards? I'm sure he'll just love that!"

Not that she'd ever find Jeffery to talk to him. But Xander wasn't going to allow himself to think on that right now. He couldn't afford to show any weakness. Not here and not now.

Xander shook his head, unable to believe the Saint Buffy act for a second. "God, this is so fucking ridiculous. You never give a fuck about me until something goes wrong, so why should I give a fuck about what you think? Everything's about you, always has been, right? Poor Buffy, chosen to save the world and stop the vampires, yadda, yadda, yadda. Well, you know what, Buff? The world *isn't* just about you! And if you'd get your head out of your ass for five seconds, you might realize that."

Throwing his hands into the air in rage and frustration, he hissed at her, "Why don't you go find a vampire to fuck? Or better yet, maybe you could hop a Greyhound out of the city because, boo hoo, Xander's mad at poor little Miss Buffy."

Leaning in close to Buffy's face, Xander dropped his voice to a low rumble that only he, she and Jessica - who was standing right beside them - could possibly hear. "I am so fucking over this. So fucking over you. So why don't you take a hint and figure that out, Buff? Just. Get. Lost. You're not wanted here anymore."

"And hey, if you're worried about me and my powers... don't be. I'll deal with them, the same way I've *always* dealt with anything big in my life: without your help. I never needed you then, so I sure as hell don't need you now that I'm Super Guy or whatever. So fuck off already." He raised one eyebrow and gave her a nasty look. "Or do I need to bite you to get my point across?"

Turning on his heel, he grabbed Jessica by the hand and drug her out of the mall, leaving a presumably speechless Buffy in their wake.

Written by Sonya, Nominated by Nick

"Oh no!" Buffy almost screamed so the whole mall could hear her, as she rushed up from the table towards Xander, lowering her volume. "I'm so not letting you get the last word. So you're life didn't turn out perfect? So what? You think I wanted to be the slayer? You know I don't. Every day, I wish I was different, that I didn't worry about demons and vampires and forces of darkiness coming out and trying to kill my friends! I know what you're going through because I go through it too, and no I wasn't worried...I thought...I believed...I prayed that you could handle this."

Buffy's feelings of anger dwindled into nothing after memories of her friend flew threw her mind, everyday that she had known him. Every thought up to this moment of them fighting in front of the mall, even though most people ignored the battle going on, or were blatantly unaware.

Then the latest thing he had said about Jeffrey rang into her mind and grabbing his arm she turned him to her, struggling through the moisture in her eyes making a blurry image of Xander she asked. "What did Jeffrey do to you?"

Written by James, Nominated by Sonya

Max resisted the desire to touch Liz, to casual lay even a finger on her was impossible now. She was worried, and it wasn't about a friend, it wasn't about him, it was about _Rath_. True concern glittered in her eyes. He had become one of her friends. And for the fiercly loyal Liz, that was not necessarily an easy place to enter. Any vague doubt in his mind about Liz and Rath were extinguished when he saw her face as she explained her concerns about this apparent body swap... thing.

And for the life of him, he couldn't quite gather enough compassion to really care. He was trying, trying to be the ever supportive, ever noble, ever pathetic Max. Still trying to play the old hand of cards. And he was starting to wonder if he still could. Before, he would have been trying to do whatever possible at this moment, even if it was just to help Liz. But now, he was standing silent, letting everyone talk around him.

Instead, all he could feel was that this was _Rath_. And a twisted part of him, low in his soul, was getting a nice stroke because something bad, very bad, and almost embarassing, had happened to Rath. He was actually trying not to smile. And Wesley? He wasn't even sure he had seen him before. Maybe. The past few days had had so much going on in them, that who knew anymore? Though, for some reason that he couldn't articulate at this moment, he was associating Wesley with the slayer's posse. Which may mean he knew all about their being aliens... which made his yelling match with Isabel, and his freaky display of powers completely useless. And that just added onto the guilt he felt about that.

Isabel.

And that was far more his concern right now than Rath and Wesley. Maria had made some flip comment about something being wrong with her. And unless he was tuning out bits of the converstation, which in his present mental condition was quite possible, no one had told him what was wrong with her. And if there was something wrong, the guilt he was feeling about her was slowly beginning to magnify as paranoia and panic was eeking into his mind.

If something had happened to Isabel while he was off playing the fool, the loner, the freak, the a**hole, he would never, ever forgive himself. He felt his jaw clench slightly. If Isabel was ... hurt. Or... worse, he had no idea what he'd do.

Being perceptive wasn't Max's greatest talents, perhaps, but right now, he could tell that everyone was at least... unwelcome to his reappearance. Not that he could blame them. He got what he deserved. He deserved this. He deserved being ignored. But he concern over Isabel was paramount over his need to play the martyr.

Quelling the desire to grab Liz's arm, he looked from Michael back to her. "What's. Wrong. With. Isabel?"

Written by Angela, Nominated by Sonya

Xander looked from one face to the next and it seemed like all of them, with the exception of Jessica, were accusing him. Blaming him. And whether they were right or not, it still made him start to panic. He saw Jeffery's ghost out of the corner of his eye - though he tried to tell himself that he was just imaginging things - bloody entrails oozing out over his hands and death in his gaze. Xander flinched away from the sight, his eyes turning back to the people gathered around him at the table. The people who were supposed to be his friends, though it didn't feel like they were now. And who's fault was that? Xander really didn't want to answer that question.

Meeting Buffy's angry yet concerned gaze (though the concern was lost on Xander at this point... he only saw the anger), Xander felt his body begin to tense up, everything in him sensing the predator in Buffy - the Slayer in her - and all his instincts screaming at him to *do* something fast. He pushed them down as best he could, though he was still on edge. He felt like he was walking a knife's point and one false move would gut him. Just like he had gutted Jeffery.

"Wow, Buff," he replied, his tone clipped and injected with a false sense of cheeriness that he doubted anyone at this table would believe for one second. "Thanks so much for your concern! I mean, hey, it only came a year too late, after all. So how about I just roll over like a good doggie and thank my lucky stars that Buffy, Little Miss WonderSlay, is finally here to rescue me!" And at this point, Xander was probably abusing sarcasm, not that he cared.

The false sense of cheer vanished from his voice in a heartbeat and Xander turned cold eyes on the blonde Slayer. "It's not like you care about hearing my side of the story. You've already made your conclusions and passed judgment, I can see it in your eyes. So go ahead, side with Cordelia and become her new best friend, god knows I don't begrudge her anything after what happened between us. She is queen of the justified camp. But next time you want to deal with me, don't send fucking Jeffery after me with his gun full of silver bullets. Because I can tell you, the sentiment was *not* appreciated."

Xander's voice cracked slightly upon saying Jeffery's name, but he forced himself not to pause and let the grief and guilt creep back into his heart. Emotion was a weakness and Xander wasn't about to show weakness in front of the people who obviously deemed themselves his judge, jury and executioner.

Rising to his feet quickly, Xander shoved his chair backwards, which sent it flying into a nearby table with a loud crash. Looking over at Aidan, he told him, "Sorry to call you out here for nothing. Maybe you should just talk to Buffy since she's the one who seems to know everything."

His gaze flitted over to Jessica and Isabel and softened for a brief moment. "Sorry," he mouthed with a sad little smile before he shuttered away his emotions again and looked away from them both.

To the table at large he announced, "I am so out of here," and then turned and quickly began to walk away. And as he left, he scratched at his nose again but frowned and pushed the unsettling feeling in his stomach away. And so it was that Xander, who could usually smell a vampire within seconds of meeting one, was completely oblivious to Loni the AlienVampire's presence at the table.

Written by Sonya, Nominated by James

Isabel pulled her towel up around her and went to the door.

"NO! No, no! Everything's *not* alright!" she was on the verge of hysterics. Her, calm, cool, collected Isabel Evans, the Ice Princess, she who would even alienate her brother and the people who were her dearest friends, was on the verge of flipping out.

But this was definately flip-out able!

"My powers," she said in a hoarse whisper, "they're gone." She couldn't say more, she didn't know what had happened to her. One minute she was alien girl with ultimate powers to make herself beautiful or kick your ass, and now she was nothing. Just an average, normal, teenage girl. With bad hair.

What was she going to do? She looked from WesRathly to Val and back again. "I don't know what to do!"

Written by Court, Nominated by Erin

Max stared at the cellphone in his hand, a dumbfound expression on his face. He had just ditched Nikki to go pick up a stranded Alex. For some reason, that fact was odd. Max turned on his engine, finally, and pulled out from Nikki's uncle's house.

Following the directions on autopilot, he just sat behind the wheel and thought of nothing. For once, there was nothing on his mind. A blank slate.

Driving past the gas station Alex had given him as a landmark, he began to keep an eye out for a stranded car.

There was none.

With an eyebrow raised, he pulled out his cellphone and called Alex back.

"Where are you, man?"

Alex laughed slightly. "You didn't get my message? This beautiful scantily-clad woman stopped and helped change my tire. It was a Penthouse moment."

Max was silent on the other line. He merely took his phone off his ear to see there was in fact an envelope icon on his cellphone that wasn't there before. It must have been when he was zoning.

He put the phone back up to his ear. "Really?" Max asked distractedly, already wondering what he was suppose to do now that Alex didn't need any help.

"Of course not. I fixed it myself, after I finally thought to check the trunk for a spare."

"Oh."

"Right, Max. I'm going to go now. Bye." Alex clicked off his phone. Max slowly lowered his phone, automatically calling his voicemail and deleting without listening to the message.

Now what?

He would go driving because that's what Max did.

Continuing to drive out into the desert, Max's mind finally began to circle back to his problems. Zan. Rath. Liz. Nikki. And especially how all of these problems interconnected. Rath and Liz. Zan and Rath. Nikki and Max. His total emotional disconnect lately.

Max felt like he was imploding. His world was somehow in the process of shattering and he had no way to stop it. There was all sorts of stuff happening that he should be a part of, King or friend, and what was he doing? Driving around and loosing his virginity.

He might not know what to do, but what he was doing now sucked. It certainly wasn't helping any, that was for sure. Maybe he just needed to learn some humility. Just learn how to back off and let Isabel tell other people about their powers. Max had done it for less important reasons and now he was going around acting like an ass... and tapping into powers he didn't even know he had.

And speaking of that, if he did have new powers, it may be a good idea to learn how to work those. Especially if his Evil Twin from New York was anything like everyone was saying.

Max needed to grow up. His antisocial power trips weren't going to help anything. Maybe he just needed to tuck his tail between his legs and go and apologize to Isabel and Michael for acting like a total shit. And to Liz. And, God, even Rath.

The car began the process of making a U turn, that plan of action forming in his mind. Find everyone. Apologize. Let Isabel do what she wants. See if there's anything he could do. And just rejoin his people, his family.

That thought firm in his head, Max started to drive to his house, the last place he saw anyone. Passing the familiar streets and stores, he got there faster than he expected. Getting out of his jeep, he walked up to his house and tried the door. It was unlocked, a good thing since he wasn't sure where his keys were.

"Anyone here?" He called out, his voice light.

Written by Angela, Nominated by Sonya

Buffy looked at Loni, something was definitely off about her, but her senses had been wrong when she jumped Isabel the night before. Then again she had also been attacked by Spike and some other girl who looked too much like Isabel to be a coincidence. She quickly threw her eyes off 'Isabel', as not to raise suspicion...but so long as she doesn't attack Buffy couldn't tell. *Initiating twirling thumbs mode.* Buffy thought to herself as she looked to Xander for an answer to her internal questions.

"You're going shopping? I thought you were hanging with that new girl from Cze- er ...Czechoslovakia." Buffy said, struggling through the name.

Written by James, Nominated by Erin

Lilah said nothing for quite some time after Faith had spoke, to some it would seem she was reflecting on the words Faith had said to her but it was far from the truth after all this was the Lilah Morgan. "I think I'll call you Missy." The brunette finally said after the moment of silence as she smiled sweetly at the young woman seated on the lounge. "You have an interesting approch to life and one hell of an attitude. I like that in anyone and especially in you. Only thing is I wish I did know a bit more about you. I'm curious to know if your friend in the bathroom is a Goddess then what does that make you ? Come on now Missy you must be something special for Glory to take an interest in and allow you to stay in her life. What is it ? What is Missy's little dark secret I wonder?"

"Relax Doctor Bellows. Don't look into this too deeply you'll only end up going blind. We're just buds,like I said we clicked and ended up hanging out. We hang,we talk about the morons of the world,you know,shit like that. There's no huge dark secret to it. It was just one of those things,she showed up when I needed her and we became friends. Unless you're trying to say we're lovers,we aren't. Mine is out there somewhere in Roswell somewhere,driving around or selling antiques are some shit like that.

Written by Jolie and Diana, Nominated by Erin

With a wink to Ava, he then turned to Dru and said, "Okay lady, show me your car..."

Dru smiled sweetly at him. "It's just outside, ducks. It died on me." Something about her words struck her as amusing and she giggled.

She let the boy precede her from the museum. He had a nice bum and Dru admired the view as he walked in front of her.

Aidan's car was 'parked' just outside if the way Dru had left it could be called parking. She made sure that her dark glasses were in place and her shawl was over her head. No point in going all crispy just when she was about to have herself a little party.

Kyle wasn't really paying attention to Dru as he approached the car. His mind was still on Ava, making him determined to get this done quickly. Popping the hood he said, "Okay, Miss. Start her up and I'll see what happens."

Dru slid into the driving seat and turned the key. "Call me Dru, pet." She said with a sly little smile.

The engine turned over and she gave a little cry of mock surprise. She got out of the car and joined Kyle who was looking at the engine. She stood beside him, very close. His neck looked so tempting. Dru couldn't wait any longer, the street was very quiet. She morphed into game face and sank her sharp fangs into the young man's neck.

The rich blood welled into her mouth and Dru moaned with pleasure at the taste. She pulled away from him for a few seconds. "Lovely pet, you taste delightful."

Kyle didn't have a chance to move or even scream. Suddenly this Dru woman was at his side, and she was a vampire...in the daylight! He struggled against her bite, but her arms were like steel and he was unable to even move. Slowly Kyle Valenti's vision began to get hazy and he felt himself beginning to go limp. "Ava," he mumbled.

She took a minute to get him in the car, pulling him into the back seat. Dru threw her own body on top of his and latched herself to his neck once more. She felt herself becoming stronger as she fed.

"Ava can't help you now, you're mine. Wouldn't you like to live forever, we could play such lovely games together?" Dru was losing herself in the sensation of draining his body, perhaps she would sire this one. He was quite desirable and she wanted to get to know him better.

Kyle heard the words but wasn't able to respond in any way. His voice seemed lost as he lay in the car beneath the brunette vampire named Dru. He struggled to speak, but only managed a low grunt. The pain was now gone, replaced by a warmth that reminded him of the time he'd been shot. One of his hands touched Dru's arm, though he was intending to push her awy, but only managed to collapse against the vampire woman.

Dru could feel th e pulse in his neck that had been so rapid when she'd started to feed begin to slow. This was the part that she loved, the thing that excited her most, when her victim died while she was still sucking the life blood from his body.

It was better than sex it was such a feeling of power over life and death that exhilerated her. Her eyes shone and her pale cheeks flushed with the illusion of life. As Kyle's life drained away it seemed that Dru became alive again.

On the edges of his vision, Kyle was seeing the same darkness he viewed when he'd been shot. Death was approaching and he knew it. There wasn't any way to fight it as his heart began to slow down under Dru's teeth and lips. Kyle's eyes began to flutter, it wouldn't be long now...

Dru smiled enigmatically. The moment was very near, she prepared to allow him to drink from her. He would feed and become and she would have a new pet to play with.

Kyle knew he was about to die, his heart was barely beating anymore. It didn't hurt anymore as he watched the smiling vampire above him.

Dru swiftly ran a long sharp nail down her arm, the blood welling as she did so. She pressed the wound against Kyle's mouth. "Drink me, my sweet, drink me and become one with me."

Despite his weakness, Kyle felt himself move slightly and place his mouth on Dru's arm. It almost felt like he was outside his body as he lay in the back of the car, dying.

She felt his mouth moving against her as he took her blood. She sang softly to him a lullaby for the child that he was as she sired him. A song for the children that she would never bear.

Kyle felt himself growing stronger as the vampire's blood entered his body. He could feel himself begin to change with each drop that he drank. It was both horrifying and wonderful at the same time, and Kyle knew the terrifying life of the undead was about to overtake him.

One thought hit him as he drank a little more blood, "Ava...help me...Ava..."

Written by Frank and Brit, Nominated by Erin

Mark dropped the pen back onto the table and leaned back in the chair. He could hear Becky puttering somewhere else in the house - probably the bathroom - as she put things away. His eyes scanned over the scrawl that was his handwriting on the job application, and he felt a twang of apprehension as he considered that me may, for the first time ever, have a real job.

He left the application laying on the table when he stood up to refill the hot water in his mug. The kettle had cooled somewhat and the water, while still warm, was not scalding hot. He carried the mug out the front door, screen slamming behind him and then he settled down on the porch step.

The neighborhood was quiet, trees shading the otherwise empty sidewalks. A lawnmower could be heard in the distance, as could a dog barking and a baby crying. Birds flitted between overhead branches while squirrels scampered amongst the lower trunks. All in all, it was turning out to be a good day.

"I could use your help, y'know," Becky said from behind.

Mark jumped, startled, and turned. She stood there, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, hair tied back in a bandana. She wasn't really smiling - rather, she looked tired, as if she'd worked all day. Then Mark realized - they'd been awake at 5 and had been moving non-stop ever since.

Becky watched as Mark looked at her, then looked away. He brought his mug to his lips and took a long drink from it before he actually deigned to reply. "Okey."

Short replies were Mark's trademark, especially when his mind was busy. She wondered what thoughts had brought him out to the front porch, and she knew that she wasn't going to find out anytime soon. Instead of prying, she stepped out of the door jam. Mark lumbered to his feet, mug in hand, and followed her into the house.

"What d'you want first?" he asked.

"Food."

He looked at her quizzically. "Huh?"

"I'm hungry, and I bet you are too. It's been a couple of hours since we ate at that diner, and I'm really hungry. Could I convince you to fire up the 'Q and put on some burgers?" she put on, what she hoped was, her best innocently hopeful expression.

Mark tilted his head. "We don' have any meat - or buns - or toppin's, for that," he pointed out.

She nodded, then dug into her jeans. Keys and cash came out in a handful, and she handed both over. "You're the one who walked here, so you must know where there's a grocery. Why not go get some, then come back and fire it up."

After a moment, he took the offered keys & cash. "Okey," he said, "I'll be back in a few."

As Mark walked down and climbed into the car, Becky stood in the door frame and watched. He was cautious about pulling out onto the street, and the car crept forward and headed off towards 'down town'. Becky knew that he'd probably take a side trip - but she also knew that this was the first real time she'd entrusted him with the car since they left Sparks. She just hoped nothing would happen while he was gone.

Written by Cathy, Nominated by Erin