'𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍?' 'A 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜.' 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛. '𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.' 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, '𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍.' '𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝.' 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚣 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍. Sarah Michaels is a runaway, though with her thick skin and rocky past, she just might make it in Santa Carla.