I’m alive. This is a surprise. Once again the light from a window stings my eyes as I open them. Maybe this is heaven. Nope, my neck and ankles wouldn’t be torturing me if I was in heaven. And Nina Simone isn’t around to greet me. When my eyes focus, I check my surroundings. Backseat of a car. I get a few not terribly enjoyable flashbacks from my misspent youth as I lay back here. Of course the snoring blonde in the driver’s seat is new. His seat is pushed all the way back and reclined so his head is inches above my feet. Asleep. Good. I do a quick mental diagnostic of myself for damage. Besides my aching neck from sleeping at a strange angle, I have a headache, though nothing like yesterday’s. My whole body’s stiff, my arm sore from where the Marshal grabbed me, and I think I have rope burns where the straps of my shoes dug into flesh when I was fleeing. Otherwise I’m intact. Even have my panties on too. Considering all the hell rained down on me last night, I’m in good shape.
