<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Vivian, and Elizabeth<br/><br/>Michael hopped into the volvo before Vivan and Elizabeth, buckled up and slid down in his seat with his eyes closed. He kept his head down, trying to will away the headache that was forming behind his eyes. It was barely ten minutes, but he really needed the time to just rest. Plus the girls seemed to need the time alone, or at least some semblance of being alone. So he<em>tried</em>not to eavesdrop, but the volvo wasn't exactly built for that.<br/><br/>They were lucky, he knew, to have each other. Someone who would lift them up when they were weak, only to pull the other up when positions were reversed. As they went on, he wished there was something he could do to make them feel a little better, but there wasn't. He couldn't even say their friends would be alright, give them that little piece of mind because the girls wouldn't be alright.  Well, for a year or so. Then<em>he'd</em>find them. They wouldn't die, but there were worst things than dying. It was one of many secrets he would keep over his lifetime.<br/><br/>When they neared Jack's apartment, Elizabeth mimicked one of her teachers and Michael slid further down into his seat. He had understood about as much of that as the blonde, but for different reasons. Objectively speaking, he knew what a graph was, but he didn't know how to use one. There was only so much you could learn in fifth grade and Michael never made it to sixth. His face heated and he prayed no one found out about that. Thankfully, they got to Jack's and he could pretend he hadn't heard anything at all. Or...try to.