Leelie didn't know why the nice young man winced, suddenly, because all he'd been doing was guiding her through the rubble. The newscopter showed up, though - vultures! - and he flinched (keeping a tight arm around her shoulders, to steady her) and said "what am I supposed to do, I can't just leave her?"

(lol yes continue)


"Um," Leelie said.

"Not you, him," her new friend - Matt, apparently - said, tilting his head distractedly towards...what looked like a twenty-year-old smashed Chevy pickup.

"Oh my god, is there someone in the truck?" she asked.

"No, no," Matt said, sounding distracted, "he's a couple blocks down - what? Why shouldn't I say that? She's scared!"