Sammy's Truck
Lorenzo continued to follow the large s.u.v. that Jennifer was driving, although he did wonder how she knew where she was going. He had no problem talking with the others. A look back in the rear view mirror showed that one of the police cars had swerved and ran off the road. The other had approached the overturned transport truck.
Sammy looked at Eleyna and Gabe and blinked. His mouth was open, moving slightly but, he wasn't saying anything. He tried to make sense of the thoughts and memories that were flooding his mind. However, they quickly faded and he sat as confused as everyone else. Gabe looked down at his healed wound, Eleyna and Sammy followed his gaze. When asked what happened to his wound, Gabe shared his thoughts. Sammy looked at his hands and a brief image of Eleyna, strapped in the Transport truck, flew through his mind. The strange thing was that it was from a different perspective than he had. Actually, he could see himself sitting behind her. It was almost like he was seeing her through Gabe's eyes.
Andrew sat in the back, caressing Catherine's hair and holding a t-shirt over the bullet wound in her leg. He looked everywhere, panicked. He wanted to get mad, be angry or upset about what had happened, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. As tired and upset as he was, he just felt too relaxed to get worked up. Out the back window he caught a glimpse of two police officers
approaching the transport truck and opening fire. He could not make out the shots clearly but, the shots he heard earlier echoed through his head. He heard the others talking about Sammy and Gabe's wound. He looked at Sammy and said simply. "Can you help her?"
Lorenzo listened to the conversation and looked at Sammy in the mirror. He knew that Sammy's thoughts were confused but, it really felt like he head two different thought patterns going on.
The Swede's S.U.V.
Jennifer was having a great time driving the truck. It handled like a dream and the compass had a beacon that made it pretty obvious which way she was supposed to go. She followed the main road for about twenty minutes and then pulled off onto a dirt road she would never have normally noticed.
Once off the main road, Kyle realized he probably didn't need to keep the disguise any longer, he just didn't look forward to the pain it was going to cause to change back. While he thought about how unnatural it felt to transform, like he was forcing his body to do something it wasn't supposed to, Corey brought up the question that had been on all of their minds.
"Who do you think that Swede guy was? And how did he know our names?"
