<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student parking lot.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chrissa, Open.<br/><br/>Maddy nodded to Chrissa.<strong>"I'm no stranger to riding in truck-beds. That's a good idea. I'll keep watch on the rear."</strong><br/><br/>Damn. There wasn't much that she knew how to do that didn't somehow remind her of her brothers and father. The part she really dreaded was being alone with her thoughts again. She walked away from the group and tossed her book bag into the bed before she lifted her bicycle into the truck bed as well. It was a sturdy 10 speed pro-style mountain bike from the days she actually lived in the mountains. It still had a sticker attached to the frame from the "100 Mile Ride" she'd done when she was 16. It had been a grueling three day bike tour of the country side with her two brothers. Sometimes it still amazed her that she'd been able to keep up. The bike had proven itself versatile then, and she knew it would continue to do so.  At the very least it could prove useful for getting around without the sound of an engine but faster than on foot.<br/><br/>She turned her thoughts back to the present time again, lest she want to cry again. Madelyn rejoined the group, keeping a close eye out for anyone that came too close to the truck and her things.<strong>"I think that does it, then. Say the word, Michael, and we can move out."</strong><br/><br/>She leaned in close and whispered to him in reference to the vision she knew came from him.<em><strong>"It must hurt so much to see it all the time. If there's anything I can do for you, please tell me."</strong></em>She wasn't sure how she could be of use for that, but perhaps she could be some comfort to him.