This much strapping wasn't to stop a patient falling off the bed during his sleep, but to stop me attacking anyone with anything more than a viciously...wiggled finger.It was not a pleasant first impression.#3: #1: #7: #6: If this little shit thought he was going to makeher wear a dress, let alone the same junior prom dress she'd worn onhis birthday, or that Christmas abomination...Seething with rage, she followed him upstairs, and played him 1v1 inStarcraft 2, her Terran and him Zerg. He kept sending individualOverlords to scout, kept sending in small units to probe, but he didn'texpand properly, and then the overconfident little bastard had sent hiswhole army straight into the teeth of her defenses and got. Magnum followed suite, only he lunged forhim. Magnum's handler had trouble regaining control but no one was hurt.Both handlers looked around nervously, and I motioned for both toapproach our table."Stay," Triune's handler commanded and he sat at the table. My twofriends edged away at Magnum's approach."Good Morning Sergeant, haven't seen you in a while." I said.Puzzled the handler a E5 asked. "Do I know you Ma'am?" Sorry I was talking to the Master Sergeant here," I said as I reacheddown to. As I sat eating my dinner I contemplated my situation. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but I was sure that it was catastrophic. Here I was in Atlanta, Georgia, 3500 miles from my home in Southern California. I decided that I needed to get back to the west coast. Driving seemed to be the only way. I was sure that there were no airlines flying. I ruled out a motorcycle, a car or pickup seemed a logical choice. The pickup offered more capacity to haul what I would need to make the trip. I was.