<strong>Emma</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, no they don't lice in L.A., they pretty much gave up on me when I started living with that loser. I haven't talked to them in two years. Maybe when I get out there I'll give them a call, let them know I left him." Emma just felt so comfortable talking to her. She watched as the scenery passed by, the night was so dark, Emma's favorite time of day. She like how the night you could get lost in, fade from your problems. I she only knew where they were really heading.