<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>"Michelle Harrison," she replied to Kelly, giving a polite smile that further introductions would be given later.  Her cell phone slipped out from her purse as she added, "Somewhere else sounds great right now."<br/><br/>Eight digits in, she looked over towards the voice and concealed figure, barely able to see her.  "It's okay, hun, he's gone."  Michelle gave her best smile of reassurance, fully understanding the fear response.  Her own heartbeat still hadn't returned to normal, after all.  "I don't recommend the police, though.  They're going to ask all sorts of questions that we don't want to answer, but I'll call them if you want."  She then paused a moment, considering adding something else, then deciding it would be best.  "If you want, I'll come over and give you a hug.  I remember how scary my first time with guns was."<br/><br/>She then dialed the last two numbers, "Hello, Moving On Out Taxis?  Please send two d...what?  A limo service?  Really?"  She pondered the offer for a while, a mischevious smile slipping on and off of her face, before shaking her head.  "No, that's alright.  Sure, an SUV will probably hold all of us."  She started peeking around to count heads.  "From the southern entrance of the mall over to Holyfield High School.  Yes, thank you."  With that, she snapped the phone closed.