<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>:  2011 Volvo XC70<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br/><strong>Traveling From</strong>:  McKinney HS Parking Lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>:  Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br/><br/><strong>"You sound like Mr. Golden,"</strong>she told Michael.<strong>"You know, like how he always answers with a question that makes you think about what you asked?  Half the time I get so tied up inside my head trying to think about it I don't even remember what I said."</strong>She slowed as the unlikely group of vehicles made a turn. For once she didn't come close to anything.<br/><br/>Elizabeth glanced over at Vivian and again felt reassured by her presence. She took one hand off the steering wheel and put it in her friend's lap, reaching for Vivian's hand.<br/><br/><strong>"I mean, I like get it, Billy. You didn't want to kill Denny, not like murder him, but he was sort of making you do it. Because he was going to shoot Jack. Denny would shoot Jack, you'd shoot Denny, probably Santiago or Jeff,"</strong>she said, naming a few of the other players,<strong>"would beat you to death with their bats then someone would kill them. It's like those food webs we learned about in Biology. Only now we are the food."<br/><br/>"I had a Pop-Tart for breakfast.</strong>"