Michelle
We had been driving for a few hours. Heck, I wouldn’t have known if not for the fact that I slept at some point, and my naps usually lasted about an hour or two. Barry took me from one end of New York to the other, eventually stopping just on the outskirts of the city. I woke to the sound of rushing cars by the roadside. Looking around, I saw very few buildings left and stretched out my sore and aching muscles.
"Where are we?" I asked as I stumbled outside through the open door.
“Safehouse," he said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me toward a small cluster of buildings.
"But what about the car?" I asked.
"Someone will come to pick it up," he said, waving me off.
"What about my bag?"
He stopped, turned to face me slowly, and then raised his other arm. "Here it is," I sa
