"So many people nowadays would literally kill for a car right now. We can't possibly be safe out on the roads, just the two of us. Can this really all end up working out okay? Can we do this? When my parents left earlier this summer, I dreamt up a lot of bad scenarios, but nowhere in them was this. This is unimaginable. I never thought I'd be making all these decisions, and all these choices that could potentially get me killed. Death had never been something real to me, but all of a sudden this world is a lot darker than it was in May. The world is different now, changed by the loss of something we all took for granted." {Traffic Jam:a number of vehicles so obstructed that they can scarcely move }

Five leather bound journals. Engraved with our names. Thin green ribbons to mark our places. Beautiful on the outside. Tragic on the in.