<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>: Jack's apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br/><br/>Billy was looking out the window, caught in his thoughts since they left the school. Elizabeth's sweet voice seemed to draw him back to reality and he faced her, or at least her reflection in the mirror, as he thought about her question.<strong>"Who knows?"</strong>He replied with a light shrug. She seemed sweet, not one who would see any justification in murder.<strong>"Its hard to say, since my own life was not in danger. But Jack stuck out for me, and Denny was holding a gun at him. I had to defend him somehow."</strong>He glanced over at Michael, then back at her.<strong>"It seems we'll be getting into those kinds of situations more often from now on, though. It might eventually come to that."</strong>He decided not to openly state that he did intend on killing Denny next time they met. No use if they never found the scoundrel again.