[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.gifer.com/5iOp.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Sidewalk Across the Border
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily was still shaking slightly, mumbling replies to Lincoln and trying to commit all of the information to memory. At least he'd be texting her confirmation codes and will copies. It would save her from having to remember a string of numbers for a ticket - and she didn't know if she was in the mental shape to do that. All of his knowledge about how to move a body...It was something disturbing, but then again, maybe he had had to bury a loved one before. Nothing seemed to be off about him. He was sincere and in pain. 

	Her hands were shaking as Lincoln ended the call, jumping a bit as she heard her phone ring. It wasn't her normal phone, otherwise it would have been the cheerful [i]Big Bang Theory[/i] theme. Instead, it was jarring and impersonal, but at least she knew who was calling her. It was Roy. She felt like a scared little kid as she answered the phone, somehow expecting that she had done something wrong and simultaneously wanting Roy to tell her that everything was okay. [color=00ccff]"R-Roy?"[/color] Cecily stammered, answering the phone. She was still sitting on the sidewalk, the car's emergency lights on, and the pool of blood not too far away from her. She didn't know if she could move - not yet.