We wound up in some random town in Northeastern Arizona. It wasn’t small enough for us to draw unnecessary amounts of attention, but it wasn’t densely populated either. Arthur said that we could lay low here for a while, maybe a few days, and work on my ability to fight off the man in my dreams.
“Can I get a phone now?” I demanded before Arthur got out of the car. “Please, I’m dying over here.”
“No, you’re not.” He swung his long legs out of the car and came over to my side to open the door, but I did so before he did.
I smirked and reminded him, “I don’t believe in chivalry. And also, as a person born in the twenty-first century, a cell phone is the equivalent to life support.”
“You’ve been doing fine without it.”
“On the outside, sure. On the inside? I’m dying.”
Arthur shook his
