"Sam."
Sam was staring out the window, watching as the buildings blew by in a blurry mess. He turned at Helena's voice.
"Yeah?"
"Look in my bag for me. It's right next to your feet." Helena quickly glanced at him from the overhanging mirror.
Sam bent down and grabbed the oversized bag, lugging it towards him and opening the biggest pocket.
There they were. Five big bottles of Vitamin Water stared back at him. When had Helena found the time to grab them all?
"Vitamin Water me," Helena ordered, and Sam grabbed one of the bottles. He handed the bottle to Brendan, who had turned around in his seat and was watching him with a solemn gaze. Sam avoided looking at him and turned back to the window.
Sam couldn't look at his friend without a ball of unease working its way into his stomach. His mind obsessively went back over Brendan's expression when he faced Rory, when he lashed out with a calculating fist.
He knew Brendan could be moody and sometimes a jerk, but he never imagined his friend capable of attacking a friend like that. Especially someone as quiet and nice as Rory.
He didn't know what to feel. So he did what he usually did: he pretended to be 'funny' Sam. He hid behind his mask where no one could touch him. He faked a smile and a funny laugh and everyone accepted it.
No one cared.
Helena had escaped their pursuers narrowly. Before the police men could pull onto the highway, Helena pulled off again and down a different street. They coasted in the opposite direction for a while, putting space between them and the police before Helena pulled back onto the opposite highway, heading towards Ottawa.
Along the way, sign posts and garbage cans and curbs were run over repeatedly, Helena letting out a long string of curses. Her head was all over the place, dark strands of hair flying about, looking extra hard over her blind side, trying to make up for the lost vision. Sam thought that maybe someone else should drive, except Helena was the only one who knew how.
Rory had finally managed to pull the trunk closed, and now they drove slowly along the empty highway, dodging overturned cars and little fires. Something bad must be happening all over Durham. They went about 40 miles an hour.
Everyone was very quiet. Emily sat stiffly next to James. James looked tired and depressed, his expression drawn, so different from the leader he had been half an hour ago. All the life had slowly drained out of his bright blue eyes until they were a cold grey. Sam could only hope that Emily would realize the effect she had on him. They shouldn't be fighting, it was unnatural.
Helena and Brendan sat at the front. Helena avoided looking at Brendan, and Brendan kept looking at her.
Rory sat in the back, his head poking out from behind the seats to watch the others. Rory was always quiet.
"So where to, captain Helena?" Sam asked Helena, trying to cut through the wall of silence.
"No idea," Helena said. "We drive until we find civilization."
Silence filled the car again.
"I know," Sam put up a finger. "Let's play some fun car games."
"Oh Jesus," James muttered.
"I spy... with my little eye..."
"Shut up Sam," This coming from Brendan. He looked back at Sam and gave a small hopeful smile, trying to fall back into their normal pattern. Sam ignored him.
