How could I have been sofoolish? Given a chance to have my dreams come true, I turned it down?And if there had been any negative fallout, I could blam... the wizard. Itwould be his fault, not mine, after all.I got off the bench, and staggered to my car. It was probably a goodthing I don't live far way, a person shouldn't drive in the emotionalstate I was in. But I managed to make it home without killing anybodyelse. I sat down at my computer to to turn it on, and stopped. Most of thetime, when my. Besides, you have just missed your bus,’ he said grinning.Huffing, ‘Uh, smart ass, aren’t you?’ I had no choice but to slide into the passage seat. I could smell the expensive leather that permeated the car and his cologne. Getting in the driver’s side, he looked at me and waited. Watching me as I took my shoes off, rubbing my feet then stretching my legs and wriggling my toes, feeling the warmth in the car.‘Oh, I shall be so glad when I am home, I’ve had a really tough day today, and this is. The sudden movement spurring her to action, she desperately starts to try to release herself from the cuffs, tugging and yanking at them, the metal gouging and tearing at her flesh, blood running freely over her hands and fingers. At last her confused mind remembers the thumb releases, her elbows locking as she desperately tries to flip them. Alas, it is too late, the figure grips her firmly by the shoulders with its decayed, bony hands and begins to push her backwards. Raven tries to struggle. I turned back toward the door, toward a brief stretch of my legs in the chilly night air, followed by more hours of staring through the bug-splattered windshield at the endless stream of white paint stripes.I almost ran over her, so distracted was I.She was a completely unremarkable woman, perhaps ten years older than myself. Her brown hair was mussed and not at all styled; if she'd been driving as I'd been, that was understandable. Her face was, in a word, average. Not that she was ugly, but.