Olivia
San Diego is underwater. The roads are flooded, and Rock determines that it's too dangerous to drive back to Los Angeles. We've managed to escape the zoo, and the driver is waiting for us. The limo is parked in the red zone in front of the zoo, a lone car in the parking lot, which has turned into a lake.
"Are we going to make it out of here?" I ask Rock.
"We'll either drive away or sail away, I guess. I'm going to have to leave this guy a huge tip."
"Maybe you can build him a twenty-million-dollar house," I suggest.
"I might have to do that."
He knocks on the window, and the driver unlocks the doors. Rock opens the back door and lets me get in first before he gets in and slams the door.
"Can you get us to a five-star hotel?" Rock asks the driver.
The driver turns around. "My
