"Gee, thanks." One of them answered, moving in to eye the knife and wince. Oh, yeah, that was a bad knife. Not time to take it out. "Okay, Clarice, stay with me, I need you to talk to me now..."

The other EMT passed saline bags as necessary and kept...ogling. "Bill? YOu ridin' with us? I mean...she ain't local you know." What if she was some weird drug lord...lady...thing?