Was he having an out of body experience?  His quick thinking had failed him; yet, he felt as if someone else was also taking over his body, his personality.  Whereas he would normally have taken matters into his own hands at this point, he seemed to be reverting to some sort of ... wimp!  Teo's wife pulled a knife on him once; he bravely grabbed both arms and the knife dropped.  Teo was used to always getting his way, what he wanted.  He wanted food, he'd make his wife get it.  He wanted sex, he'd get any woman to give it to him.  He wanted money, he would do anything.  He knew it was a problem; before he met Sherrie, he had prayed to himself that he would get better and stop playing these sorts of games.  Now, it seems, fate decided it was time to kick him in the ass.<br/><br/>So whatever alter ego was overtaking him, he realized he was not fully in control anymore.<br/><br/>"No!  No.  Kill me."<br/><br/>Kill me?  Who the hell says that?<br/><br/>"Carrie, I don't know what happened between you and Sherrie.  But its obvious you love her and you're sitting there waiting for me to tell you why you do.  If you kill her, you'll be no less a monster than the person who hurt you.  And maybe Sherrie was powerless to help you.<br/><br/>Shoot me instead."  The car would be approaching a toll booth in another couple of miles.  "You're right; I'm a bastard.  I just follow what my dick wants, and not my heart.  I'm the one who deserves to die."<br/><br/>Okay, what just happened here?  Why was Teo having these feelings?  Did he really think this would save Sherrie and/or himself?  The butterflies didn't lessen; he wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't see the traffic.  He wanted to open the window and scream help as loud as he could; he wanted to see Sherrie again.