Abbie sighed in frustration. Wouldn't these people listen to reason? At least the cops were here. "Thank God," she said to them. "I need to get to Roseville, and there's absolutely no one here who even THINKS that's an idea that makes sense." In the back of her head, she was hoping that one of the cops would tell her just what the hell was going on. Maybe they knew something about Steve, too?<br/><br/>But the cops weren't paying attention to her. Better things to do than tend to her, as if!<br/><br/>She turned back to the group in the lobby.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes. "Fine! You guys can just shoot yourselves in the face, for all I care! I'm going to ..."<br/><br/>Outside, the truck sat, stalled. Someone had taken the keys.<br/><br/>"Hey, who's got my keys?"