I just stared up at the house, looking at the window that used to be my bedroom. 

Attida came up behind me, "It looks more rundown then what I remember."

He nodded, looking at it. "Decent. When did you move out?" I walked a few steps away from him, not willing to answer. I didn't have to tell him anything.

"So, this is your house?" I jumped at the voice besides me, but then realized it was just Garrett. He stood there with one hand in the pocket of his dark wash jeans, the other smoothing down his hair.

"Um yeah.... well, it's my old house." I said hestiantly, still unsure what to think of this guy.

I climbed out of the car, biting my lip. "Here we go." I muttered.

My stomach did fip flops. We were really here. Attida and I sat there in silence for a while, letting all the memories come rushing in. All the memories that this house brought back. The good and the bad.

"Well come on then," Attida said, slamming the car door as she got out.

Attida suddenly stopped at the ruins of my old home in colorado. Garrett stopped too.

I thougt about it. Since Attida seemed to hate him so much, how would she survive while Garett helped us?

She shrugged. "I'll take any power we can get. As long as their not a burden, we need the help. You want to find Roberta, don't you?" She asked.

I nodded slowly and looked back at Garret, not feeling any better about tricking him.

I turned to Attida, "So how do except him to help us?"

I gave a grim smile, realizing that I really didn't know either. I had no idea.

I rolled my eyes, and turned around in my seat to look at the white car behind us.

Garret, in the driver's seat,  still had that love sick look on his face.

I felt bad for him. He didn't know what the girl he was chasing after was.

"Good-bye Garret." she snarled and pulled me from the drivers seat and threw me in the back like a peice of styrofoam, and jumped at to the wheel, pulling away.

I sat up, rubbing my head which had hit an armrest. "Thanks a lot. Was that really nesesary? He was just trying to be friendly. Besides, maybe he could help us."

Attida looked at me in the rear-veiw mirror. "Armand, He doesn't know about me. I couldn't just tell him who.. what I am and expect him to just follow me. But you're right. He will help." She guestured backwards. I followed her finger to see a white car a ways behind us.

"Now you're luring him in?" I asked furiously.

"Oh so now you don't want his help?" Attida snapped. "Well, you don't get a say. I'm in charge."

But I wanted to listen to what Garrett had to say. I suddenly remembered where I had seen him before. He had been Attida's old boyfriend. Alex use to get so mad at him, and then when Attida told him it was over and he didn't listen, Alex punched him in the nose.

He was still looking at her with those pleading eyes, "Attida, I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Now let's have you just forgive me, and everything can go back to normal."

"Garret, you know it can't go back to normal. Not after what you did to me."

I looked back at him, puzzled. "Do I know-" But before I could finish Attida interrupted.

"Garret I swear, if you don't leave now you'll be sorry." she snarled. "I told you to leave me alone. Surely you can remember at least that." Garret backed up with his hands raised.

"Hey. No need to get angry. I just wanted to make sure you were still okay." he said quickly. "Nice to see you again Armand. By the way-" Attida turned to me. "Drive!" she demanded.

He looked familar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him.

"Attida, please. I love you." He didn't seem to notice that there was someone else in the car. And then suddenly he saw me, and his face lit up with reconginaztion, "Armand?" Like he couldn't believe it was me.  

I turned on the car and sped towards the exit. Suddenly a man jumped in front of the car. I slammed on the brakes and he ran to my open window. "Attida!" he called. I turned to look at her but she was hiding under the dashboard, a finger to her lips. "Drive." she whispered. I looked back at the man who was trying to look over my shoulder into the car.

"Nothing... I... It was an accident...."

We ran out of gas and pulled over in a little town with a gas station. I filled the car up while Attida went inside to use the bathroom. I was just climbing back into the drivers seat when I saw Attida, sprinting away from the building as fast as she could. She jumped into the car. "Start driving." she panted. "But.." I began. "why..." I stopped. People were staggering out of the gas station building, gasping and choking. And after them billowed a cloud of smoke.

I turned to Attida. "Oh my gosh. What did you do?"

Our adventure began after just 10 miles.

Attida smiled the tiniest bit. "At your old house, in Colorado." "But that house burned down 7 years ago!" I said. "Not nessisarely." Attida said, shuffling over to the driver's side of the car. "Come on. We have to get moving." I shrugged. "Fine but I'm driving." Attida rolled her eyes. "Fine." I got into the car and internally gulpped. I was the worst driver in the world.