<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br/><br/><strong>"Michael!"</strong>Billy didn't know if he should move him or anything. After all, when people are having seizures like that its best to let it pass, right? When it was over, Michael seemed fine, save for that streak of blood.<strong>"Hey, let me see."</strong>He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood as best he could, holding Michael's head with his other hand.<strong>"What was that? Does that...happen often?"</strong>Those were only two of the many questions he had going through his mind right now.