It was only a matter of time before Chloe fell asleep. She slept for a while without being disturbed by nightmares before she felt a shake that awoke her with a start.

"Chloe you need to get rid of that thing."

"What thing, Derek?" Chloe said, sitting up.

She glanced to her right to see a little zombie bunny slowly hopping towards Chloe and Derek. A wave of panic overcame her but she took a breath and closed her eyes. She really tried to focus.

"Chloe, you need to focus!"

"I am focusing!"

"Focus harder!"

"Shut up, Derek!"

Derek backed off. Chloe closed her eyes again and pictured pushing it back. Derek bit his lip to keep himself from trying to coach her through it.

Unsure of whether or not her method worked this time around, Chloe peeked through one eye. The bunny was back to its dead state. Chloe opened both eyes and let her breath go.

"So you're back to raising the dead in your sleep?" Derek said sarcastically.

"Can you never say anything positive?"

Chloe stood up and began to walk away when Derek grabbed her arm. He pulled her close and kissed her.

"You don't think that makes up for everything, do you?"

Derek looked at her with his puppy-dog eyes. Chloe's heart melted just a little bit.

"Ok, maybe it makes up for a bit."

Derek gave her a quick smile, "we need to start making our way back. When we get to the road I'll see if I can pick up a scent."

Luckily, they were fairly close to the road. To their dismay, Derek didn't pick up a scent.

"So what do we do now?" Chloe asked.

"We walk until we find a phone."

The sun was setting and Chloe and Derek were still walking down the endless stretch of highway. Not one car had driven by during the day. Chloe contemplated over whether or not she should talk to Derek about their relationship. She had been thinking about this for most of the day.

"Derek, I-"

"We're coming near to a gas station. We can use the phone there."

"Great," Chloe said.

She stayed quiet until they reached the gas station. She pulled a quarter out of her pocket and handed it to Derek. He dialled Mr. Bae's number. Derek slammed the phone back on its receiver.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked.

"The number's out of service. Dad must have changed his number again."