Shane: Dash still has my phone…I dont really need…

Jenny: Well, shes on the phone and she sounds…

Shane lurched towards the phone before Jenny could finish the sentence.

Shane: Whats wrong hun?…hey calm down, its no problem….I can come get you…Ill be right there, just stay where you are…..wait….where are you? Yeah I know where it is…its a good place to hide out…dont move Ill be right there..

Shane hung up the phone and mumbled to herself as she limped past Jenny with her shirt and boots in her hand. She tossed the phone to Jenny and whimpered as she sat on the back of the couch trying to pull her boots on over her swollen ankle.

Shane: Devo ottenerlo da quella casa…dal sistema…se la toccano ancora che io scopata di volont uccide…

Shane limped out the house as she pulled her T-shirt onto her wet chest. Her jeans stuck to her legs and made walking unbearable with her busted ankle. She got to the truck and unlocked it. As she opened the door, she let out a whimper as she thought of the obstacle before her. Not only did she have to climb up with one leg and one hand, but to drive across town like that was uncalled for. She turned around and looked back at the house, and thought better of waking up Jenny and Marina. They loved the young girl, but dragging them into this whole situation was unnecessary, and would further enrage Jenny and her nighttime persona she often referred to as Psycho Jenny in her head. Jenny was like a completely different, and often hostile, person when she was sleep deprived and the last thing Shane wanted to do was wake her up.

She turned in the other direction and considered the TiBette factor.

Shane: To knock or not to knock…..its out of the question.

Shane climbed up into the truck and began her painstaking journey to pick Dash up. She pressed down on the pedal as she used her right casted arm to push the shifting ***** into neutral. The car coasted out of the driveway and she turned the car to face down the street. Shane broke into a sweat and leaned back into the seat breathing heavy. She inhaled deeply and cringed, forcing her to touch her sensitive nose with her long nimble fingers. It was going to be a long and crazy night.