No relying on planes to get me somewhere. No selling bright shiny metal to get there faster. No girl to hold my hand. No boy to watch my back. I’d spent a few hours on the beach waiting for the sun to come up. When it did, my eyes were drier and I was almost sober. That would have to count as sleep. Next was shower, clothes, food, coffee, find a gun, find a toothbrush. In no particular order. If I stumbled across a nine while I was walking toward food, I could just cross that off the list. Wasn’t counting on that though. I wasn’t counting on anything. It’s easier to do when you have nothing. After a lovely meal of coffee and dry toast that I actually managed to swallow, I was left to find a gun and a toothbrush. Scavenger hunts are fun. Of course, I knew where I could get everything on my list. Hell, I knew I could get more, but I was afraid. Afraid to face them. Afraid to look Ryan in the eye and tell him he was right, that I couldn’t respect her. Afraid to avoid her gaze and demand an answer.
