Scooter brought her back over to the table and sat down. Julie followed. "What are we going to do?" she asked. Scooter didn't know. He also didn't know whyhe had to come up with the solution. He was only seventeen. And it wasn't like he was taught how to deal with this type of thing in any of his classes. Then again, he knew that it didn't make sense to think that way. He shouldn't feel angry at being put into this position. He simply had to deal with it. Besides, Julie was only a couple of years older than him. That didn't make her any better at making decisions. "We have to think of a way out of here," Julie continued. "We need to think about what to do next." "I know," Scooter said. He raised his hand to tell her to stop. "Just give me a minute." Several thoughts flew through his head. He thought about all that he had seen. The dead woman in the car.
