Heather: Anything but that.
Blake: Please answer?
Heather: Do I seriously have to?
Blake: It’d be nice for me.
Heather: Ugh. My head hurts.
Blake: Oh ok, never mind.
Heather: No it’s okay, I will tell you. Just…give me a moment to actually speak it out loud.
Blake: Ok.
Heather: Let’s say that I’m valuable.
Blake: I already know that. What exactly do you mean?
Heather: Ugh, this is excruitating. What I mean is, OH MY GOD ! STOP THE CAR ! NOW!
In front of them, were about four police cars and men in suits.
Heather: No…I knew this was gonna happen soon enough.
Blake: What’s going on Heather?
Heather took out her cell phone, her hand shaking. She handed it to Blake quickly and ordered at him.
Heather: Please, call my dad.