Angeline was lucky to have been paired with two people as they could cycle their long hours of driving while she had pretty much slept her life away in the back seat. Still, she was strangely wrapped up in seatbelts but with a jacket over her and a duffel bag for a pillow she had managed to look almost comfortable sprawled out in the back seat. Though her sleep was fitful and falling asleep was a struggle as her mind replayed the traumatic events prior but eventually she had fallen asleep. When she woke they were but hours away from the destination, of which she still didn’t know much about. She laid her head against the window so the loud rattling of the car would distract her from the violence as she pulled the jacket close around her, already feeling the chill. 

As they did their final jump she found herself uncomfortably cramped into a changing room of some derelict clothing store. Nonetheless, she followed Mike and Mark inside and slipped into the throng of the strange crowd that surrounded her and watched the speech in her jammies. She vaguely took in the presence of what looked to be a young boy. She squinted a bit and clocked that actually it was probably a girl. The other eclectic group of people around her, she supposed, were all as unlucky as herself. 

As she sort of zoned out for a moment, she could vaguely hear talking and it shook her into focus again and noticed the young person had disappeared. She felt a little bad, it must be an overwhelming situation for someone so young. She supposed it was an overwhelming situation for everyone but it’s unlikely she had any parents to accompany her or anything. She could hear, sharply among the throng of bustling and conversation the clanging of a door slamming. As Angie turned to the source she looked to her hands and noticed that she had somehow, absent-mindedly, accepted some water and snacks which were still in her hands. Despite being distracted by the disappearance of the child, she did hear the people around her introducing themselves. It would be rude of her to just disappear. She turned to face the two and overheard one of their experiences getting picked up and was sharply reminded of her own experience. It was not nearly as fanciful as the one described by the man before her and it caused tears to swell up and roll down her face rather unexpectedly. She tried to open her mouth to either apologise or introduce herself or to say… Anything! But her throat was tightened up and tense and it felt like she couldn’t talk.

“Excuse me..” She eventually managed and turned away to the bathrooms to collect some tissue and to compose herself. As she went in she pushed past a man hovering around the door [i]Creep[/i] she thought, grimly, and stood before the mirror, wiping her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. She walked into a stall and grabbed a tissue and overheard the last of what the young girl was saying. She blew her nose and then knocked on the only other locked stall in the room. “Uh, I’m a lady with a bag do you need something?” She asked while washing her hands.