[She goes quiet again, not because of anything he's said but because she's really thinking. So often they run their mouths and talk and talk, and she doesn't always put much thought into what she says. And she knows that almost always she's easily led to believe what Johnnie does, and to want to think how he thinks. So she takes what he says and tries to assimilate it with her own feelings.]

The thing is, I could send them all to a shitty nonexistence. We could stand back, and I could let darkness swallow this stupid little town whole. And you know what? I want to. I feel something inside me that's clawing its way up and is telling me I have to. That I'm feeing everyone from their boring, shitty lives. I'm setting them free.

[She knows she could do it. Would do it. And after Malibu, she wouldn't even be sad. What is sad, though, is the fact it feels like they'll be walking the bike for at least another half hour before they can get somewhere that's safe enough to try driving it.]