Vida listened to what Garrett said between her sobs. It was true that she had been in a wreck not to long ago, but were those people really on the bus with her? She couldn't remember anyone's face. Maybe if she had bothered to look around at the people that had been around her at that time she would have been able to recognize them. Garrett did hit everything on the head about her and that evening. Had those people followed her and kept track of her? Was that how they knew where she lived and were able to get in? 

Though... she moved her foot slightly hearing the sand move under her foot and feeling the gritty sensation. Someone had to get all this sand in here somehow. She curled her toes then uncurled them. The man talked a little more before she heard the door open again and close as he left. Since there was a door there had to be a way out.. or at least a phone call. She needed to call work to let them know that she was going to miss tomorrow or the next or ever. If she missed a shift without calling she knew that she would be fired from her job without any questions. If that happened she would not have a place to return to, she might as well be killed here. 

She heard Pat closer to her now and from what she gathered addressing her since she was the only female in the van. She looked up at him from under her hair. Tears stained her face making her cheeks red and snot ran down her nose. She opened her mouth to say something but instead of speaking she turned her attention to wiping the snot from her face. She wiped it on her shirt then looked at him again. "I-I..." She started not really knowing what to say to him. "I'm going to be fired!" Tears started to go down her face again as her new fear of being fired from her job and becoming homeless set it. "And the cats.. I won't have a home." She started babbling again trying her best to stay on the same subject. "I want some pants!"