[b]Jessalyn - Car - Abram[/b]

As the music played Jess stared out the window. She tried not to get too upset. Of course she was upset already, but she was trying very hard not to take things out on Abram. It was just... she was worrying so much about Floyd, whether he was alive, whether he would come after her, whether he would believe that she had willingly left him behind...
Such thoughts ate away are her mind and heart, making her cry silently. And the man in the seat beside her acted as though he didn't even care. He didn't even seem to be watching for Floyd as they sped along the road.
She wanted to scream at him to turn the damn music off. She wanted to hit him until he agreed to turn around and go back for Floyd. She wanted to run and scream and cry and hit something repeatedly all at the same time.

But she didn't. She kept silent and still. Tears flowed from her eyes like gentle rain as she kept her head turned away from Abram.
[i]Floyd...[/i] she thought. [i]Please know that I didn't want to leave you... please come back to me... come for me....[/i]

She brushed her hair out of her face and the action caused her gaze to turn upward. Her eyes widened.
"Abram," she said, her voice a little hoarse from crying so she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Abram," she repeated, clearer this time. "Look. There's smoke coming from somewhere. It's too much to be a campfire, isn't it?" she asked, pointing. "Maybe it's Floyd," she exclaimed excitedly. "Maybe he's trying to signal us!"