<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br/>Human<br/>Day 1, Early Evening<br/>Tagged: William<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dianna's eyes narrowed. This was an omen. In not five minutes after she had first heard about this town there was already this... 'this... inconclusive... panicked, innately urgent...this- mystery.' Her mind was racing, and to attract some one like 'this man' to town looking for a rotten little criminal. 'Daddy's an ass, but he's not a snake.' She related her own past to the situation. There were so many ways to say no to this man, she couldn't seem to come up with one right away. 'this... assertive force.' Her thoughts kept babbling in the midst of her whirling anxiety. It must have been the expression on her face that prompted William to call toward the attendant.<br/><br/>"No." She finally spoke, and her cheeks pulled upwards into a natural smile. "I just pulled into town. Well, I just pulled... into. Gas station." She nodded and stopped smiling, trying out the wit that she had just produced. Her body was still sideways, she could see Floyd in her left peripheral. It was obvious, he had finished the fueling of her car.<br/><br/>Still, She allowed a moment to pass, staring longingly across the desert. Unintentionally, the wind was in a fluid breeze, and she was still enough to appear as an oil painting.<br/><br/>Two distinct concepts came to mind... First, for a quick moment, she wanted to ask if William wanted to trade cars with her. But his truck looked much more valuable, in addition, she didn't even know his name; and, She thought to ask if he wanted any help with the investigation. She was very good with people and she'd played a good cop often in odd social circumstances back home. 'No, not after I<em>just</em>earned my freedom.' She had weighed her decisions, she was gone. "Good luck finding him. I've<em>heard</em>the town is pretty small." She paused for comedic timing. The absolute quiet of the desert around them made her eyebrows pop upward. Floyd burped in the subtle background of wind and twirling metals. "Buh-bye, now." She smiled at him and turned on a dime toward her car.<br/><br/>"Did I pay you enough, sir?" She shouted at Floyd, still six or seven paces from the Honda. The gas station attendant was standing near the pump still, awaiting William's truck. He nodded to her and she walked passed him without much of a gesture. "Ok. Make sure you drink enough water." She climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.<br/><br/>The fat man was unsure of what she had meant by the comment about water. He stood confounded, unable to respond. Dianna laughed to herself privately, making an honest attempt not to smile.