“Slow your move,” Wendy yelled at the driver as she grabbed onto the car door handle only to have it snap in her hand. He throws it to the floor and instead holds onto the front passenger seat. The driver picks up even more speed when the car hits a pothole causing the hubcap to spin in the air and land in the middle of the road. “This place is a bad omen,” he told Wendy as he made a wide turn, almost tipping the already rickety car. “You're worried about the wrong thing, man,” Wendy expresses with a dark look in her eyes. Suddenly the driver looked at Wendy through the back window and slowed the car. “We should be less conspicuous,” Wendy said, rolling down the car window and inhaling the fresh air inside the car. “It's better now,” he expresses, taking a pack of chewing gum and offering a stick to each of us. “Let's relax and get some fresh air, okay?” Even though Megan understands and trusts Wendy completely, I could never let my guard down around her. He's an impulsive, ticking rash with a tendency to gut people like a fish if he senses for five seconds that you're a problem. Caught in the middle of both Wendy and Megan. I look uncomfortably at the empty seat next to the