<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking lot<br/><strong>Tagging: Phaedra, others in group 2</strong>-<br/><hr/><br/>Sarah had gotten lucky in alot of ways. It hadn't seemed like it at the time but when she slid down and hit her face on the side of the car it had sort of shocked her. She'd gotten to her feet and rubbed her face and had moved a few steps towards the cops when they arrived. This put the car between her and the exploding library. She had fallen over into a snow drift and managed to avoid any serious injury and she picked herself out of it. She heard the cops yelling, and she looked at the burning library. She eased, painfully, to her feet and then smiled when she heard Phaedra calling for her. She nodded and moved in her direction, glad to be with someone who wanted her and didn't blame her for this fire. Somehow she was terrified the cops would think she did it and she was starting to wonder if she had but just didn't remember. "I'm with you, let's get the hell out of here!"