<strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>The girl glanced back at the dog, then at Eric, and relaxed some, as if thinking anyone traveling with a terrier wouldn't also have a bloody axe in the trunk. She brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and sighed, smiling at Eric.<br/><br/>"Sorry. Yeah, a little on edge here," she said. "I'm just in town staying with a friend. I wake up this morning, and she's gone, her folks are gone. I'm figuring, maybe they went downtown, and just didn't tell me. Maybe they thought I'd sleep ... all day, I don't know."<br/><br/>Scrap chose this moment to vacate the back seat and leap into the newcomer's lap. The girl patted the dog's head immediately, much to Scrap's delight.<br/><br/>"So, you're grandmother is gone, too. I'm sorry about that," she said sympathetically. "Maybe we should just go to Old Town, then, see if everyone is there."