Simon scrambled into the back to change his clothes. He was looking forward to a shower as well, but that could wait. He was hungry. He pulled off his shirt before he answered Knox, examining it for blood stains. Even if it hadn't been covered in blood, he would have wanted it gone. This was a new life he was starting. Dimly, he was glad that he hadn't liked this shirt very much. It had been a gift from his weird aunt, Paula.<br/><br/>"We were, but then she went off to college in Miami a few months ago, back in January. I haven't heard from her since. She's really busy, I guess."<br/>She was actually the only person in his family he was close to- between his father's side of drunks and convicts and his mother's ever gossiping relatives, there was little sanity to be had in the family. She would be the only thing he really missed about leaving.<br/><br/>He tossed his clothes well away from anything that looked important and changed into a green stripped shirt and a pair of jeans. He was glad he'd had the thought to wear long sleeves for the killing so little of it had gotten on his arms. He slid back into the front seat.<br/>"Why?" he asked. "Are you worried about someone trying to get me?" he gave a harsh laugh. "Believe me, except for my cousin, I'm fine. My family is nuts."