"So, when do we leave?" I asked him. Elijah gets up, then sits back down. You can tell he's thinking hard because of the wrinkle forming on his forehead.
"Whenever you feel like leaving..." He says to me.
"Now..." He responds. I grab my purse, my knitting things, and some of Elijah's things. We carry eveything to his car, and drive out of the now shoveled out parking lot. I wave goodbye to the Gateway motel. Wave goodbye to my old life, and hello to my new one. My new life with Elijah.
Time to get out of my bone cage, and only Elijah holds the key.
I will continue this story if you want. If you want me to just ask, and i'd be happy to. It's just something I randomly thought up a moment ago...