This troubled Chad, she asked questions he couldn't answer, but he would try. He stepped heavily towards Angela and looked down at her and smiled.<span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"First, don't want a friend? Too Late. Two, I was leaving already, but you are right. You and me were taken from home, I do not know when you and I will get back. But things happen sometimes we don't expect or do not want to happen. What are we to do? Get upset, angry? How does that help? We need to to do one of two things, try to fix it as soon as possible, or find a way to accept it. It may not be okay, but we should try and find the good in it anyway. I know I may not be helping, but just know that I think you and I will be okay after all this is done."</span></span></span>He said slowly trying to find the right words, and trying to keep his thick accent to a minimum. Chad hoped she understood what he was trying to say.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>James smiled and looked at her and started saying with his hands.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FF00"> I don't even like walking.</span></span></span>His smiled faded as he was thinking about the accident, he continued.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">And I don't ever want to get in a car again.</span></span></span>James breathed heavily, trying to keep himself calm, he gripped his earthen arm, his mind flashed to the car crash. The wreckage, the blood, his parents, Tiffany. A lump caught in his throat, his sight started to become blurry.