[Tex wasn't wrong; getting out of this mall would be wonderful. Vanessa herself was getting stircrazy as hell and she understood the desire to try just about anything to get out.
Vanessa's staring out the glass panes trying to make out even the faintest flicker or light, or the softest beeping sound. But nothing. And that doesn't bode well. They can't very well just start running around in the mist, bumping into things, and hoping they find the right car before something tears them apart.
Well. They can but it doesn't seem like a plan that's going to end very well.]
"Shit. Does it say what kind of car it is on the key? Because I think if we go out there, if we don't find the car in under a minute, we get our asses back inside."
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Vanessa's staring out the glass panes trying to make out even the faintest flicker or light, or the softest beeping sound. But nothing. And that doesn't bode well. They can't very well just start running around in the mist, bumping into things, and hoping they find the right car before something tears them apart.
Well. They can but it doesn't seem like a plan that's going to end very well.]
"Shit. Does it say what kind of car it is on the key? Because I think if we go out there, if we don't find the car in under a minute, we get our asses back inside."