Since I have horrible handwriting, I will type out what they say down here.
Alex*thinking*: I hate driving with ice on the road.
Alex: W-Where am I?
Isabel: Here, come with me.
A: Where are we going? Who are you? What’s going on? What happened to your eye? Where did my sweater go? Why am I wearing a dress?
Isabel: We’re meeting your lawyer. My name is Isabel. That’s all you need to know for now.
A: I don’t have a lawyer!
I: Your name is Alex Throckmorton, right?
A: How do you know my name?
I: Ah, finally! Right this way please!
A: Look, lady, I may not know where I am, but I am NOT going in there!
I: You either go through the door or go to hell. Take your pick, but let me do my job, OK?
TO BE CONTINUED
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