Somewhere in California....
It's quite cold out tonight.
Inside the Jillian Hotel & Ballroom, almost one thousand party-goers were slowly recovering from the shock of the mild yet unforgettable earthquake.
Unbeknownst to anyone in the tall and opulent building, a lone silhouette was dashing away from the scene, her exquisitely made-up hair bouncing as she caught her breath with every rushed step she took, her gloved hands dragging either side of her fluffy white ballgown as she struggled to ignore the cold, dewy grass against the bare sole of her left foot.
She had purposely ditched the left shoe back at the hotel in her hasty escapade.
The fair-haired girl quickly climbed into the passenger seat of the '62 Land Cruiser and carefully but urgently slammed the door beside her.
"Are you injured?" The driver asked, her brows furrowed with concern.
"No. Thank God you're alright! DRIVE! NOW!" She screamed desperately.
The woman behind the wheel was taken aback, but did as the breathless teenager commanded.
She didn't dare look back.
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