<strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>Turning on the radio got only static. No matter what station he turned the dial to, there was nothing but static to be found. Eventually, Eric had to give up.<br/><br/>"There's no signal on my cell phone, either," the girl said, holding a phone in her hand. "I tried to call Susie ... my friend ... earlier. Oh! By the way, my name is Rachel Downey!"<br/><br/>As Eric drove toward town the trees thinned out and more houses and buildings were visible. He saw no other traffic on the road and not a soul stirring in their yards. Looking up at the sky showed there were no birds to be found, either.<br/><br/>"This is getting creepy," Rachel said. Scrap was still in her lap and she held him tightly.<br/><br/>Eric turned onto Biscay Blvd., Old Town's main street. Usually, even though the hour was early, the street would be fairly busy with shopkeepers opening up and the first customers stopping by. The street was dead quiet, though.<br/><br/>"Look!" Rachel cried, pointing, but Eric had already seen it. Down the road was a man standing in the street talking to another man leaning against the open door of a red car.<br/><br/>[FYI, the guy in the road, obviously, is Jack. Eric, please hold off on posting until Jack has had a chance to respond to Desmond, if he wishes. Also, Jack, the sound of an approaching car is easy to hear so you and Desmond will both notice Eric's car tuning onto the street a few blocks down.]