The Runaway Misfits

Zeke Connor never had it easy: his parents never really wanted him, he had no friends, never was really good at anything. That's why he decided one day to run away. He walks for hours down a highway, when suddenly a car pulls up beside him. The window is rolled down to reveal someone who is an unwanted runaway as well: "You too?" She asks. I look at her quizzically. She smiles at me. "A runaway misfit." Those two words fit me so well. I nodded. She laughs. "Hop in." The idea is so crazy it takes me by surprise, but I cant help but comply. "Name?" she asks as I close the door behind me. That is a question that I don't know the answer too. "I'm not sure I have one," I reply. "You see the most magnificent thing about Lucille here," she says caressing the dashboard, "is she gives you the power to recreate yourself. Give yourself a new name. Makes no difference to me." "Z." I reply.