Part I: Racing with Time
Los Angeles, 3rd Day of December
“MOVE IT!” SCREAMED HEATHER, as she raced across the streets of Los Angeles, hand-in-hand with a sickly-looking teenage boy. Glancing in every direction, she spotted an alleyway to her right. “This way, now! Can you hop the fence, or do you need me to blast it?”
“I’ll climb,” Edward said raggedly. “If you blast it, it’ll just cause a scene we don’t need.”
"You first!” she shrieked.
Edward climbed the fence.