<strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>The dog settled down in the car, though it might have been more from the animal being spent than actually calming. Still, he looked alert and paced the back seat as Eric drove.<br/><br/>A dirt road led from Grammy's house out onto a single lane blacktop that wended through the forest. Eric's car jostled until he made it to the asphalt, allowing him to pick up a little speed. Occasionally he passed dirt road turn offs, paths to other houses nestled in the woods.<br/><br/>As he came near one of these turnoffs he saw a girl standing by the side of the road. She waved to him as soon as she saw the car, her face tense and motions frantic as if she were looking for help.<br/><br/>Eric pulled over, lowering the passenger side window.<br/><br/>"Hey, thanks for stopping!" the girl said. She looked maybe twenty, fresh-faced with dark brown hair.<br/><br/>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHuBM57v13E/SKunpE8vhCI/AAAAAAAACsE/rY_rFLMirIw/s400/Mary_Elizabeth_Winstead_gorgeous.jpg)<br/><br/>Eric could tell the girl was troubled, but she seemed unsure where to start. "I don't suppose you can give me a ride into town, can you?"<br/><br/>Eric could see the house she must have come from, it wasn't set too far back from the road. He saw a car and truck parked beside it.<br/>