<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>:  2011 Volvo XC70<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br/><strong>Traveling From</strong>:  McKinney HS Parking Lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>:  Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156504.msg7180212#msg7180212">Quote from: EbonyQueen on 06-11-2012, 02:38:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Liz! I am so driving from now on!"</strong> She calls out her hand still firmly gripping the steering wheel.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Okay," </strong>Elizabeth agreed, and turned farther around in her seat.  Her face radiated worry and more than a little disgust at the sight of the blood.  Her nose wrinkled.<strong>"Billy, don't let it get on the seat!" </strong>She sighed in relief when the handkerchief came out and caught the crimson drop.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>The Volvo, driven by the much steadier hand of Vivian, continued neatly down the road.<br/><strong><br/>"Well, when else would it happen, Michael?  If it happened, it was in the past.  If it will happen, that's in the future.  So happening means right now.  I mean now, not then.  Now now, not...oh, you know what I mean,"</strong>she finished in exasperation.  Mr. Golden would have a kitten if he'd heard Elizabeth speaking like that.  A frown moved across her lips at the thought and she turned back around in the seat and put her hands back on the steering wheel.<br/><br/><strong>"I got it, Vivian,"</strong>she told her friend.<strong>"Thanks." </strong><br/><strong><br/>"Hey, Vivian?  Like, hit our Facebooks on your phone.  See if anyone is out there posting on them, or anywhere.  Maybe it's just here and the rest of the world is okay?" </strong>Damn it, there was that uncertain sound.  She kept glancing over to see if Vivian was making any progress.<strong> "Billy, what about yours?"</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>