She hesitated.  “Fine.”

Lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride!

The man led her back to his jeep.  She sat in the passenger seat while he stood outside, his eyes on the surroundings, occasionally exchanging words with the person or people on the other end of his walkie-talkie.

Well, at least he’s finishing up his shift like he said.

After a few minutes, he climbed into the driver’s seat.  “The men who were supposed to take over the watch are late.  Something about fires downtown.”

Oh, shit, is Burnscar at it again?

(I doubt this is taking place at the same time as her Interlude, since things have seemed pretty linear so far.)

She nodded.

Crazed, kooky, cracked, crazy,
Mental, dotty, whacked, loopy…

Back to the music again.

Music which… kinda sounds like foreshadowing about whom we’re going to be dealing with today.

“Do you mind turning off your music?”

“I like it,” she said.  “I hate silence.”

Right there with you. Silence is rather pressing sometimes.