"Whatever.  Just so long as it isn't a warehouse."  Amy smiled, thinking longingly of a soft bed, clothes, and warmth.<br/><br/>She had to walk carefully, but everything was so rough there really weren't any good places to step.  All she could do was try not to actually cut herself.  She looked wonderingly at the car, but controlled her expression before Michael saw.  "How far is it to your place?" she asked, looking around now in sudden fear of some kind of ambush.