“Slow down your roll,” Wendy shouted at the driver as she held the car door handle so that it shattered in her hand. She throws him to the ground and grabs onto the front passenger seat. The driver accelerates even more when the car hits a pothole, causing the hubcap to spin in the air and land in the center of the road. “This place is ominous,” he said to Wendy as he took a wide turn, nearly tipping the already shaky car. “You’re worrying about the wrong thing, my friend,” Wendy expresses with a dark look in her eyes. Suddenly, the driver glanced at Wendy through his back window and slowed the car. “We’re going to be less visible,” Wendy said, rolling down the car window and inhaling the cool air that plunged into the car’s interior. “Now it's better,” she says, grabbing a pack of gum and offering a stick to each of us. “Let’s relax and get some fresh air, okay.” Even though Megan understands Wendy and trusts her completely, I could never let my guard down with her. She's an impulsive ticker with a tendency to gut people like a fish if she senses for five seconds that you're trouble. Trap in the middle of Wendy and Megan. I look uncomfortable towards the empty seat next to the