" My offer still stands," Belle called after her as Alice headed back to the table, giving the owner a wave goodbye over her shoulder."We'd better mak... that pie to go," she said to Kevin, "it's still a long way to Rockville." No problem," Kevin said as he picked up the pie and wrapped it in a napkin.As they exited the restaurant, Kevin couldn't help but notice the funny look the blond-haired woman gave him as he walked by her. Especially when she told him that if he liked the apple, he should. I think we need to pick a direction and start out. My real concern is that an attack by animals will be bad. We have very little protection for a large group."One of the others said, "Let's head back to the plane. We can't handle the plains out there and need to hope for better news from another group's direction."The group returned to the plane. They reported to all in the plane by the intercom. Baker was blunt about the chances of survival on the plains without shelter or weapons. Other. Once the cabin was clean, the supplies put away, and after a long text exchange with his son, Warren was ready to leave. Before he could enter his car, he remembered his ulterior motive for checking up on his cabin. Before winter, he had placed a trail cam on his property he was gifted for his birthday. With any sign of motion, the camera would take a hi-resolution photo every thirty seconds whether it was day or night. Warren was eager to check out what the camera had captured over the past. ‘There was this one time I was in Manhattan, working for this family – I can’t name them obviously, but trust me when I say they were super rich – and the wife was this fifty four year old vision of all things plastic. She’d been nipped there, tucked there, anywhere you can be ‘added to’ she had been. I saw photos of what she looked like before: she was beautiful, nothing wrong with her. But her husband felt that her plastic obsession was what the problem was. I knew different – there’s always.