it's about time we got this one back on track.
going down on that bumpy road, my thoughts wandered to the girl in the hospital. would she join us?
or would she fight against us, with the terrorists?
but at the moment, more of these little blue things need to be killed. an old man had fallen down his stairs, and we needed to get there before the lawyers. i was sitting there, preparing. the bartoli baby was trying to phone the farm boy, and alexis was driving. too bad there was no phone reception here. "jeeze, girl, slow down, woouldja?" yelled the baby.