"Hey!" Bartlett yelled out. "What the fuck are you two doing?!"
The girl turned and smirked at him. "Whatever the fuck we want. Now piss off!"
He blinked. He felt a sudden sense of indifference. He had problems of his own. Bartlett glanced over at Holmes. "We'd better get out of here before they come after us."
"We need some place to hide out till we can figure this out," she said. She held up her purse. "I don't recognize the address on my driver's license...let's see if we can get some money before those fake cops come after us."
Meanwhile, hiding out elsewhere, Sarah McMillan sat on the couch watching TV. Her mother had gone out, surprising, considering how she looked. She was also surprised how loose and comfortable the sweatshirt and the jeans were. Her usual clothes were tight and form-fitting.
After a while, she grew bored. She knew why she was hiding out...she was different. But she suddenly didn't care. She had to get out of the house. She got up and headed for the door.
