The initial pleasantries were exchanged, and we were offered refreshments. Once we settled in, the reason for our visit became clear."I received a mes...age from a cousin of mine, asking my help," my 'mother' began. "Her second daughter has become enamored of a young Maltorl boy, and wishes to bond with him. He loves her as well, but gave a promise to his grandmother that he would never bond to a Poxrill. In the grandmother's youth, our clans were rivals instead of allies, and she never accepted. More angry than he could believe he looked at the twisted, burnt, suffering little girl. Trying to calm his self again there was more screaming as his hands began to glow. Not caring Alan stooped over the little girl, Alan could see the fear in her eyes but more than anything else he saw the horrible pain she was going through. Holding her hand, Alan's tears began to flow from his eyes, this in turn caused the little girl to no longer fear him, trying to lift her hand she whispered "It's ok. "Sara always says she's busy. It's like she doesn't want to talk to me. I don't know what I did." Sara doesn't want to talk to any of her friends. I'm worried about her. Come on in. Maybe you can find out what is going on with her." I'll try." I wanted to know for my own sake, but I was willing to fill her mom in with what I found out unless it was too personal.I knocked on Sara's door, didn't hear anything, so I opened it."Sara?" I hesitantly said. It felt sort of weird to be cautious about. Not only did I take the van, his pot stash came along with it.” Ellie had a look of pure satisfaction. She’s just as crazy as I am. At least I wasn’t alone on this crazy train. I’m pretty sure that I look dumbfounded at her confession and my realization of our equal craziness. “I have a plan since you’ve lost your ability to speak,” said Ellie matter-of-factly. To be honest I didn’t have a plan. “I’ll drive until we come across a Walmart or something so we can get some supplies. You can sleep.