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I started to wonder if he killed the other cashier? What if he was really a cold blood killer? Or what if he just got the job, wanted to kidnap us, and was threatening Ethan with the knife to scare us?
All of my fricking questions distracted me from focusing on where we were going. I didn't recognize the area, I don't think I've been here. How though? We've only been driving for five minu... Ten... Twenty minutes? I lost track of time in thought. I guess we have been driving for a while.
I wanted to get a good glimpse of him so I could describe him to the authorities. I leaned to the right and looked forward. He shot me a glance and I quickly straightened up back in my chair. He turned back to the road. I did get a glimpse when he looked at me though. One eye looked blind, like yellowing. Except he looked like he was in mid thirties or early forties. Brown eye, no facial hair, and a big nose. Good enough.
When I started thinking about his face he reminded me of someone. I couldn't make out who, but it just looked a bit similar to someone. I'm not going to worry about it right now. That's not important. Where are we, and is Ethan okay?
   Five minutes or so passed by and I wanted to sleep. Whenever I'm overly stressed I want to sleep. I don't even know why, but it happens sometimes with homework. I get sleepy because of it, take a quick nap, then I'm normal and get right back to work. I consider myself lucky with how I handle stress.