“It's a road," Corey said, pointing."A dirt road," Hayley muttered."So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?”

“It's a road!"I patted his back." It's a lovely road. Now which way do we go?"Corey looked one way, the brown ribbon extending into emptiness. He looked the other way, saw the same thing and his shoulders slumped."Damn.”

“How long could we do this before you started bitching?" Simon said as we turned down another street of apartment buildings."What?""We've been walking for two days now, and you haven't complained once. It's damned annoying, you know."I looked at him."If you don't complain, then I can't complain. Not without sounding like a whiny little snot.”

“On that walk around the building, two sets of cops coming out stopped to tell our guys to hustle us inside so they could head back out on the road. Accidents everywhere. A pileup oneach of two major roads. “Welcome to winter,” one said. “When fifty percent of drivers should have their licenses temporarily suspended.”

“And unless I'm remembering it wrong, mermaids don't sing and sirens don't swim.""Ariel sang in 'The Little Mermaid'," Corey said.Sam came over to join us. "Do I even want to know why you remember her name?”

“Sure. You get all slutty with Rafe. You freak out. You cry date rape drug.' - Hayley”

“Closed door means knock," Elena said to Clay, shooing him out.You've been in here for two hours," he said. "She can't need that much work." He frowned as he examined my outfit. "What the hell is she? A tree?""A dryad," Elena said, cuffing him in the arm."Oh, my god," Jamie said, surveying my outfit. "We forgot the bag!""Bag?" Clay said. "What does a dryad need with-""An evening bag," Cassandra said. "A purse.""She's got a purse. It's right there on the bed.""That's a day purse," Cassandra snapped."What, do they expire when the sun goes down?”