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Adam:
He shook his head with a sardonic smile and exhaled sharply "Drive out into the fog...Never come back...Never get home." Cur sat back and observed waiting for the get away attempt. He figured they would not get very far, and expected there would be a few extra blood puddles in the fog, perhaps the mist would even turn red for a short time.

Elizaveta:
"What?! Bus work?" She grinned for what must have been the first time and ran towards the vehichle. If the bus could just hold out until they got to a non-creepy little town where they could call for help, the group would be home free! Elizaveta truly wanted to get back to LA, perhaps there would still be enough time to get to the ballet company without them having cast another in her role. She beamed at Mark, rows of white teeth in plain sight "Thank you for fixing."