It was inside her body now. But what exactly was it doing to her?
The odd thing, and she only recognized this intellectually, was that it didn't bother her. Even her parents didn't bother her anymore. She didn't care what they thought. She wasn't even angry anymore. She wasn't going to do what they wanted either.
The car slowed down. It was an older woman, about her mother's age. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night flagging down cars? That's dangerous."
Amy looked at her and smiled. "It can be. But I don't think you're going to hurt me. And I'd like a lift into town," she said.
The woman nodded. "You'll be safer there," she agreed. "I'll take you down to the police station."
Amy shrugged. She could always run once they got to town. She wasn't sure the police station sounded like much fun.
