Mac rolled the name in his mind a few times. Sukey Pookie? She serious? Lifting his gaze to the sun, the minister considered the idea that he had been abducted and somehow ended up on a parallel world in some other whacked out galaxy. Yet they all spoke English and that would be unlikely in some other corner of the cosmos.<br/><br/>The brief thought of making a dash for his car flashed inside. Somehow he wouldn't put it past this one to dive onto his windshield, bust a window, climb inside, and strangle him to death. "If it's money you want.. Ohh jeez.. never mind." He could tell she was in no mood to laugh. "Yeah, I understand. I don't know what that.. what she.. Clara said.. but I also did no wrong against you. Nor your son.. and definitely not to that.. his wife to be."<br/><br/>Climbing in what he silently prayed wouldn't be his last ride, Mac lit a cigarette. She don't like it, tough. Although he thought it unlikely, really, she would care. "So do I get the pleasure of knowing where we are going?"