The press of a button from Jane produced the opening drums and chords to Metallica’s<i>Enter Sandman.  </i>Oskar enjoyed listening to his music in the car cranked up, so it was no surprise that the metal band’s tune blared through the speakers.  Its sheer volume startled her to the point of a distinct<i>eep </i>escaping her lips, accompanied by a noticeable jump in her seat.  Good thing she’s strapped in, he thought amusingly.  Her continued curiosity shouldn’t have, but it did surprise him.  After all, Oskar was positive that she’d had enough of buttons or switches after<i>The Garbage Disposal Incident.  </i>When the time came (for it was still relatively early in the morning), he wondered what she’d think of air conditioning.<br/><br/>Turning the volume down, he allowed the song to play to its conclusion, and whatever else followed, since they were listening to HD radio.  At best, Oskar figured Metallica must be an assault on her eardrums.  And if she could handle them, then bands such as White Zombie, Helmet, and Rage Against The Machine would be a walk in the park.  And that was yet another subject for him to consider, namely, what genres of music she’d find pleasing.<br/><br/>“Yeah, you’re right, Jane,” he admitted.  “I think we were just too excited and wanted to find out once and for all if both of them would follow you or not.  He laughed a genuine laugh, then continued, “I mean, what were we even thinking?  Our plan was a one-step plan, when obviously, it should have been at least a six-step plan.”  He was, nevertheless, relieved that they were able to escape from evil’s clutches.<br/><br/>After a check in the mirror, he recognized where they were and informed her, “Not too far from here, there’s a mini-mall that we’ll be stopping briefly at.  We need to get you some clothes of your own, Jane, cuz sweetie, you sure ain’t gonna fit in any of mine.”  Ah shit, did I just call her<i>sweetie</i>? Oskar wondered, attempting to ignore a quickening of his pulse rate.  Maybe she didn’t hear the term of endearment.  Maybe she didn’t know what it meant.  Maybe it sailed clear over her head.  Maybe she’d ignore it.<br/><br/>Maybe he shouldn’t have turned the volume down on Metallica.