Jennifer went into the ladies room but when she came back out Max was no where to be seen. She swallowed down panic but sat on the bench where she had left him.<br/><br/>"Good thing I took my own back pack," she thought, looking around. No one was looking her direction. She looked like any other number of teens milling around. She looked. Four skinny teen boys were wearing black hoodies just like hers. They too had their jeans tugged down, sagging in the ass and had on battered Chuckie Taylors. Nothing extraordinary here.<br/><br/>The bus still was about thirty minutes off but Jenn felt a hollow in the pit of her stomach because Max had their tickets. He had all the money, except for a twenty that Aiden had insisted she take.<br/>"I won't have you broke just because Max is handling the money, Now take it. Don't argue." she had said.<br/><br/>Jennifer was glad she had. At least she wouldn't starve for a while. What if he didn't come back? she fretted. She nibbled at her fingernail, tugging the cuticle until her finger bled. She watched the second hand on the clock, snap into place with each passing second. Where was Max?