It was almost dark, we were on our way to drive back to the hideout where we left Rory and Aunt Russo when we passed by a small town in Somerset. We really have no idea anymore what the names of the towns we pass by due to the fact that some of them were broken, corroded, or blown up. We just trust the phone’s map to lead the way. Azriel is softly strumming his ukulele as we drove around when a woman in a pinkish dress ran in front of the truck. I abruptly pressed the breaks to stop myself from running her over. “What the fuck?” I whispered...