<strong>Roderick, Saturday Night</strong><br/><br/>He looked at the woman, relaxing slightly as the sparkles fizzled out from surrounding her fingertips.  Roderick felt sorry for her, this was a tragedy that shouldn't have befallen her but luck wasn't on her side.  However, he could still be able to help her.  "Tell you what, why don't I go tell Johnny that you couldn't make it today."  Roderick's wheels spun as he thought of some sort of plausible excuse.  "Because you had an accident.  You can head back home and reccuperate and when you're better you can see Johnny yourself."<em>And just how is the lady made of roadkill supposed to do that?</em>He ignored the smarmy voice in his head as he smiled at the girl.<br/><br/>In truth he had no idea just what he had gotten himself into but some rational part of his mind hoped that this would be enough to help her for now.  "I'm sure Johnny will understand that you can't make it tonight.  I'll impress it on him that you really wanted to meet him..."  Roderick gestured aimlessly, he had no idea what her name was.