“We cannot road trip to Paris.”

“Christ," I exclaimed. "We cannot roadtrip to Paris!”

“Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me.I sighed. This trip might take awhile."Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself.I set off, off to kill the man I loved.”

“He'd written me up a proposal of why dating him was a sound decision. It had included things like "I'll give up cigarettes unless I really, really need one" and "I'll unleash romantic surprises every week, such as: an impromptu picnic, roses, or a trip to Paris—but not actually any of those things because now they're not surprises.”

“I certainly hadn't expected to walk away from today's trip with joint custody of a miniature dragon.”

“And I figured you'd drive a four-hour round-trip before giving up your car to someone else”

“After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn't been any traffic on the road for over an hour, though, which was really the most important thing. We hadn't been followed.Sydney drove us to a building with a sign that read MOTEL. Apparently this town liked to stick to the basics when it came to names. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually just called TOWN.”