A dramatic sigh escaped pursed lips as hands flew into the air, the car taking a hard left through a wormhole only to come back on the road they were originally travelling mere moments later.  No doubt he would comment on it; he'd always been such a baby.  [color=deepskyblue]
 "Don't blame me if we run out of gas!  If we'd only landed on a Fast and Furious set we'd have had all the fuel we'd ever need...Van Diesel himself! But [i] nooooooo[/i],"[/color] placing a knee firmly against the wheel for steering purposes pale hands moved to the air making exaggerated quotation signs, [color=deepskyblue]"'Back to the Future in the Past, Beth! [i][b]The Past![/b][/i]'"[/color].  In truth, she didn't mind so long as she got to use the hoverboard to blast over the Nazi Regime.  

Sliding one hand back to the wheel, the other caressed the dials on the radio searching for a familiar jam [s]and thank God not the edible kind. She'd been there and done that[/s] Alas what this shindig needed was some Bon Jovi living a little on a prayer, and they were a year too early.  Why they came this far back she truly didn't have a clue.  [i]How is coming here going to solve not remembering?  What if this is all a game to him and he doesn't care at all?[/i] Trying to ignore the voices in brain [s]she should get that checked out[/s] she shook her head as if to dismiss them entirely.  Hearing the sweet tunes of Wham! insecurities were suddenly replaced with a sound somewhere between singing and shouting.  

[color=deepskyblue]"WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO GO! CAUSE MERI'S MOM IS SUCH A HOE HOE"[/color]

Dust flew behind the futuristic car, almost as if scurrying away from the questionable driving.  Realistically, it was more like the smoldering cloudy essence of pollution, thickening as it embraced the fresh air...choking all life.  Either way, very scenic; as one could imagine.  

In about fifteen minutes the car found itself pulling into a questionable gas station.  Leaving Meri to pump, Lady Beth bounced down the concrete, flinging the glass door of the store open before heading straight for the snack aisles.  If they wanted to survive this life altering, character developing, future cryfest they would need sustenance.  This obviously came in the form of beef jerky, chex mix, arizona tea, and candy.  So enveloped in the vittles, Bethlehem did not notice the cashier watching her [i]Every. Single. Move.[/i]