Behind Bo, the car door opened, and a girl in a plaid flannel shirt stumbled out. She didn't watch; she refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of making her hope things would be different.

She did, though, try to drown out the sound of her own voice babbling nothing more intelligible than ohgodohgodohgodkyleohgod when she answered, "Damn straight. Do you remember how to get to the door?"

[KINDA HAD TO.]