[Spencer doesn't need to be told twice, and the sound Stacia just compels her to move faster. She's very suddenly realizing that however A put them in this situation - if it was A at all - she isn't in the, for lack of a better term, genre that she thought she was in. Spencer thought her life was some kind of twisted thriller by way of Agatha Christie novel, but now she's realizing that she just might be a John Carpenter film.
Off she and Mona go, stumbling over their ridiculous prom dresses, moving north for lack of other options, Spencer watching at every step for a place to climb into and hide. She doesn't, however, stop to look back.]
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Off she and Mona go, stumbling over their ridiculous prom dresses, moving north for lack of other options, Spencer watching at every step for a place to climb into and hide. She doesn't, however, stop to look back.]