Heather stopped the plane and they got out into sunny Florida.
Blake: Wow.
Heather: I love this place.
Blake: So where to?
They turned to Walsh and he led the way to a black limo.
Heather: Ugh limos. Bad memories. Do we have any transportation?
Walsh: I’m sorry. This is fastest.
Heather closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths.
Blake: What’s wrong with limos?
Heather: Uh limos bring back a person whom I don’t like.
Walsh: Who?
Blake: Don’t go there. Uh let’s get a cab.
Heather: Cab riders don’t like me very much. My dad and the president cut back their numbers. And my car here is at my house.
Blake: How else are we going to get where we need to go then?
Walsh: Um…
Heather: I don’t know. Don’t look at me. I’ve made too many decisions today. You decide.
Blake: Well, why don’t we just take the limo?
Heather: Fine.
They climbed in with Walsh driving. Blake put his hand on Heather’s knee and she flinched. Images of horror were coming back to her from the last time she rode in a limo…