Alex

I've been to think at every stop I've made, I realized I was yelling at the point.

Didn't really matter.

No one was around us, but as I glanced back inside the gas station and noticed that the attendant

was no longer behind the fountain plane.

Jane just stood and stared at me for a while until eventually she said, well, it's been so good touching up with you air to letterly, so lightly please call me when you get there.

She reached out to help me.

I stopped her from having me.

I extended my hand and said, and I'm sure I'll see you again in another few hours.

She stood still and stared at me.

I pulled out my phone, prompting her to do the same.

I punched my number into her phone and called myself.

I immediately sent a text that said, text me when you get home, just so I know.

I walked away and almost left until I realized I had to pump my gas still.

Plain Jane was gone pretty quickly, just as before.

When I got into my car, my phone dinged with a new text message.

Not to my surprise.

How hot the drive getting to you, Erica?

I don't know who else is Jane, but I hope you get there safe.

I sat for about 10 minutes waiting for either of the other two to respond.

No typing bubbles, no message dings, nothing.