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She shuddered just by the single thought of the consequences.
    "Do you really think you can pull this off, Holly? What difference would you make?" he asked, feeling an argument rising from the position in her seat. However, she sat silently. She only stared at him for a moment, with such content in her eyes, he was about to lean over from the wheel and repeat what they'd previously done. Her words caused the sensations to halt. "Would you please open my window? I'm feeling weezy."
    The wind sped into the car almost as the speed they took down the street. Her hair was blown back due to the sudden force, feeling her face being cut by its wintry fingers.
    She wanted to change the subject. It wasn't a real choice, but she couldn't stand the grim atmosphere surrounding the two of them! She needed the will to begin trying.
    "Skett", her voice came around a small croak, and caused his head to turn. The second chill ran down her spine by the sharpness of his eyes. It was as if he was piercing right through her head, but she recalled her voicebox. ". . . What'll happen to me once we reach Beramyth?" Her question surprised her, finding her fingers half covering her mouth. There wasn't any chance to glance up and meet his gaze; the sound of screaming wheels descended through the dim tunnel. Holly was thrown back. Her arm immediately stretched for the wheel. Somehow she wounded to fall atop Skett's lap. The car came to a stop.