We drove for about 10 minutes. We stopped in the middle of the road. "Jimmy, where are we going?" He wheeled the bike behind a large tree and looked up at me. "You'll
see." We began to walk through the woods, "that's not creepy at all." He looked back at me, "what's not creepy?" "I ask a stranger where weare going, he casually
replies with 'you'll see' as we abonden the road for the woods in the middle of the night." He laughed, "A stranger? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to
strangers?" "Well I don't usually listen to my mother. That's kinda the whole reason I'm here, besides , this stranger saved my life." I could make out a smile
beginning to creep onto his face. I like this guy. We walked in silence in the rain for the next few minutes until he stopped."Here." I looked up at the old abandoned
caravan. "Wow," I said. He turned around, "hey, I told you it wouldn't be nice." "No, it's fine. It's somewhere dry to sleep. Thats something." He smiled. The door
creaked as it opened. I used my flashlight to look inside. It was quite creepy inside. There was rubbish everywhere and all the metal had turned to rust. It reeked of
wet, dirty clothes that had been sitting on the floor too long. Jimmy pushed in front of me and cleared all the rubbish. He pulled out a blanket and pillow from a
draw. And handed to me. "You'll probably want these." "Thanks. How did you find this place?" " I come out here sometimes, when I need to clear my head" There was a
slight pause. "Anyway, Connie, it was nice meeting you. I'll be back in the morning to check on you," He began walking out the door. "Wait!" I said a little too
quickly. He faced me. There was a moment of silence. This is so embarrassing "You're going?" he smirked. "Well yeah. Did you expect me to sleep out here with you?" he
laughed. I looked down. "Could you?" "Do you really expect me to sleep in the same room as you? You could be a serial killer for all I know." I sniggered. "Listen,
Connie, I would really, it's just, I've got to get home a-" "I'll pay you $100 to stay with me." He looked at me sideways and rubbed his face with his mittens for a
moment. "You have $100?" I rumagged through my bag and pulled $100 and extended my hand towards him. He shut the door and sat on the floor. "Fine." He looked nervous.
I smiled, as I handed him the money. "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it." He shoved it into his jean pocket. I pulled out a packet of Nachos and a coke I
brought from the gas station and offered it to him. He looked up me, our legs touching and our face, inches away. "Thanks."
