Megan walked down the street with her hands in the pockets of her jeans.  She was dressed pretty much as a biker chick, wearing a leather jacket that obviously wasn't hers.  She gazed about and paused at the crosswalk and crossed the street to the other side.<br/><br/>Her long blonde hair blew in the wind and her ice blue eyes seemed to reflect that she was older than she seemed.  Much older.