She gave him a look like she couldn't believe he was really that stupid. "Because if there's even a chance that the angels are right about you, then I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"What did I do?! Fine! I-I'll come,not l-like I seem to posses m-much a choice." He huffed,but it was very reluctant and he clearly didn't like her at all.But he didn't posses the ability to fully hate anyone or glare for that matter.

Electa nodded and began to drive again.

He pouted in his seat best he could with his arms crossed over his chest,although he winced from his shot shoulder. With his slightly messy blond hair,fair muscle tone and rather good looks he looked very nice rather than upset and pouty as he tried to pout.

For the next few hours, she didn't speak. Eventually traffic got busier and the highway widened to six lanes. They were on the New Jersey Turnpike, heading into New York City.

Vexin had resorted to humming a little as he fiddled with that metal band of his,lets shifting now and then.He was bored.

It was possible to see the famous skyline through his window to the right, spiking up in the late-afternoon sun. Electa took the George Washington Bridge across the river, paying the toll in cash. Skirting north of Manhattan, she drove them into the Bronx. After a while, they were in a neighborhood of crumbling buildings and overflowing Dumpsters.

Vexin looked around and sighed,noting everything sad about this place. He took a breath in and tried to sense if Electa was feeling anything he could take in and find interest in instead of just sitting and watching the world change.

Well, she was about as thrilled about going to New Mexico together as he was. Pulling into a small, run-down shopping center, she parked the Porsche and got out. "Come on."

He felt the unhappiness ripple from her a bit,and it sunk into him. He felt it only more so then,emotions of others often effecting his own. Reluctantly,Vexin got out,careful with is shot shoulder.