Alison's natural reaction to finding herself surrounded by trees on a two lane stretch of highway that seemed to have no beginning or end was to check her cell phone. It had no service, of course. The first cell phone call wouldn't be made for another four or five years. With a sigh of frustration, she tucked it back into her pocket and stared at the ground. She'd heard of people getting black out drunk. Had she done that? No, she broke the bottle and Alison was not a lightweight.<br/><br/>She knelt and looked at the necklace that had fallen from her pocket when she reached for her phone. Her mom had given it to her a few months ago when turned eighteen and she'd never really gotten it's point. A charm bracelet or even a necklace Alison could get behind but a single charm, and a pen no less. She didn't even like English class. But it was a family heirloom and it meant a lot to her mom that she wore it. She scooped it up with the intention of putting it on but noticed a new charm. A peace sign?<br/><br/>"What the hell," Alison's head shot up as her thoughts were echoed in someone else's words.<br/><br/>"Hey are you okay," she asked shoving the necklace into her pocket and crossing the street. Maybe she knew how Alison had gotten... where ever she was.