Petunia and Surfer Blood were there, too.

That split second before she woke up completely, with the sun streaming into her window and her dark hair spread like a stain on a white, white pillowcase, she forgot it had happened. She was dreaming. About riding with him onto the highway in a small, silver car, her toes on the dash, her hand out the window and her hair blowing in her face. Everything was yellow with the sunlight, warm with the movement of a beautiful breeze. She didn't know where they were going, but in this moment, she felt happy, so happy, and so free, the world unfolding before her and the steady knowledge that, no matter where they ended up, they would be together, and they would be having fun. Turning her head to the driver's side, she hooked her hair out of her face and behind her ear, looked at him and smiled. Spying her from the corner of his eye, he looked at her and smiled back, causing his eyes to crinkle in the corners and his smile lines to peek out from their hiding place and quickly say, "hello!"

Suddenly, the image was gone. She opened her eyes with a quick intake of breath, realized she was alone. Folding her body together, she hid her face in her knees and allowed herself to crumble.