"Pffft. Deborah and Valerie..." I muttered with exasperation. "If only there were anything like you, Nikki." Oh, they're not so bad. They talk abou... you a lot," she confessed. "Valerie and Deborah... They like you. They always talk about the things they'd do for you." She began to blush even more, seemingly embarrassed of the things she had heard from the other interns."Things like what?" I inquired.Her shy innocence forced her to withdraw even further. Attempting to escape my. " I exhaled heavily. I was soglad to hear I would not be becoming a blonde that I missed her commentabout making my look more feminine.Brianne poured some of the solution into some kind of a cup and thendipped a paint brush into it. She pulled up a small portion of my hair,painted it with the brush, and then wrapped it in foil. She did anotherand then another. As I looked in the mirror I saw my head eventuallycovered in lots of little foil tubes. I'd seen lots of women gettingtheir hair. She is a good dancer, but we stuck with slow to moderate songs we could do together. One gentleman asked her to dance, but she very politely declined stating we were on a romantic date after a long time apart. He bowed out gracefully. Technically it was the truth. There were some folks out learning to dance, and Holly did join in on one big line dance, staying out of the limelight, smiling and having fun the entire time.We left without being recognized. Holly was happy with that. I thought. .. ?!? "She says confused"We're going to the police they can do a search, where we cannot..."Alone, curled up in a freight car cold and frightened, Alana wants to go home, but she knows that her parents will be just fighting as usual, she feels the tears well up in her eyes again as she knows this is for the better, then she hears the low rumble of thunder in the horizon, she is scared of thunder, always was, her Father would tell her of tales of the Norse Gods particularly THOR as he strikes.