After about ten minutes of silence, Lila was going to scream. Todd's eyes darted about. He kept sweeping the prairies, searching for cops hiding in the brush. She noticed his shiv inching closer, and closer, to her arm. She used this opportunity to launch the first part of her plan.

Lila started to cry. It was fake, but partly real, because she really wanted to snort some meth. She was angry enough to cry, and she needed to cry to start her plan into motion. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sniffled.

Oh, God, He thought. Why couldn't she just not talk!

"Um, I had to get out of there. Nothing personal.... Just.... um.... Shut up and drive." He was taken aback, and realized he sounded weak and stupid. Lila was thinking the same thing. She was rolling her eyes on the inside. "Where are we going?" She knew exactly where they were going. They were headed right, smack dab, into the middle of "Lila" country. Also known as "crazytown", population: two. He closed his eyes tightly and said, "I am not from around here. Just drive to the border." "Which border?" she said, as if any escapee would be stupid enough to want to cross over into Texas. "Not Texas!", he said immediately, so he wasn't a complete fool.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye for a few more miles. His head was visibly swooning. You could see him teetering, as if he were getting an upside down swirley. Lila ducked her head to her chest as if she were sobbing. He didn't notice. As she brought her head back up, she leaned over and jammed her right arm on the shiv. Blood spurted from the wound. "YOU CUT ME!", she screamed in agony, as she pulled to the side of the highway and clutched her cut. "No, I..... You..." He was completely perplexed. He dropped the shiv and wiped his eyes. His mind was racing. At that moment he felt the searing pain of a migraine. Wait! That came on too quick to be a .... He opened his eyes to find he was staring down the barrel of the meanest looking 9mm pistol he had ever seen. What's worse? She had cracked him in the head with it. "FU**!!!" he yelled.

"That's the smartest thing you have said all morning." She smiled as if she were running for Ms. Louisianna. "I am tired of driving. I think you're gonna drive for a while, Sugar."

"What do you want?"

"I asked you the same question, earlier. It's 'nothing personal'. Remember?"

Todd clutched his head in his hands. While he was wheezing, Lila pulled out her little bag of salvation and lifted a scoop with a french manicured, acrylic, pinky nail. She did four bumps as he investigated his head injury. There was a little blood, but not much. He wasn't injured enough to not appear to still be the predator. He knew in his heart that the tide had turned. He would be screwed again. Could he not catch a break? Maybe, he really was an idiot. He always thought he was just a regular guy, but he must be a loser, since he was always losing.

"What happens now?" Todd was not optimistic.

"Anything I want." Lila was very optimistic.