[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Car - On The Road Again -- New Orleans, Louisiana 
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	[color=#EEE8AA]”My hands are far cleaner than yours. Just because I’m a boy doesn’t mean my hands are constantly dirty. I don’t like spreading disease you know,”[/color] Ezekiel said, feeling rather affronted. He looked back at Janelle when she spoke and looked at Kristin. [color=#EEE8AA]”Ya Kristin, stop being so insensitive. Oh! I know, we could play the radio game. I can flip through the radio stations and first one to guess the song and artist wins.”[/color] It seemed like it would be a good game for all of them. Ezekiel liked music but he didn’t listen to everything all the time, like the top forty and it would be a game Janelle could easily play if she were okay with the idea. 
	If they had to pass the time, that seemed more interesting to Ezekiel, although he still didn’t mind playing the quiet game. It would give him time to try and settle his nerves and feign bravery. If he was being honest, he was getting nervous the closer they got to Texas. It was all fun and games to act tough in front of the bad guys' lackeys but Echinda was one person Ezekiel had no one to compare to. Finding the Muse for his dad was nothing compared to Echinda was and what she controlled.