Chapter 45: Rule #45: No One is As Powerful As We Make Them Out to Be.
Beatrice.
The never-ending road trip that lasted only forty-eight hours finally ended when we arrived at a small little cottage-style house nestled inside a quiet neighborhood just a little bit after midnight. Garrison and I were exhausted, wordlessly I followed him as he located the hidden key and opened the door. Garrison mumbled something about where the bedrooms were located and I shuffled along until I located a bedroom, heading straight for the shower washing everything twice over, feeling a hundred pounds lighter, washing off the grime and dirt I had collected over the course of what was actually the last four days.