>>19553083About two miles into her jog, her tired, achy muscles beginning to make themselves known. She pushes through it for another mile and a half before she comes across a house with a car sitting outside, a sign reading "FOR SALE. CALL 666-1963 OR KNOCK. ASK FOR SCOTT" sitting on the dash. It's not her usual style, it's far too old for her taste, but anything to get her around town faster at this point is a welcome change of pace. She knocks on the door, and a man with burns on his face answers.
>Man: Hello?>Spirit: I saw the car out front, is Scott around?>Man: Scott's... not here. But, neither are you, are you, Jennifer?Spirit raises an eyebrow briefly before it clicks. He must be a fan.
>Spirit: Well, no. that's why I carry this lantern around. But about the car.>Man: Ahh, yes. She runs well. The previous drivers put in a lot of work on her.>Spirit: Previous drivers?>Man: Scott. Ken. Lance. Mary. Chuckie. You share a lot in common with them. Most of them only wishing for what you have.>Spirit: I don't care who used to own it, I just need a set of wheels. If you're not going to sell it to me...>Man: Sell? Oh, no. The car is yours. I only ask a single favor. Spirit raised an eyebrow. Was this burnt freak coming onto her? The man held up a locket and placed it in her hand, inside it was a key.
>Man: You and your mothers gifts, they interesting me. I'll be in touch, Jennifer.As he shut the door, she heads to the car. She tosses the sign in the back seat. As she puts it in drive and heads to the store to buy a new phone, she'd swear on glances in the rear view of the back seat the sign would read "FOR SALE. CALL 666-1963 OR KNOCK. ASK FOR JENNIFER."
