Michelle was young for a firefly. Eighteen. She wasn't Ellie but I had someone to talk to. I was driving and she was staring out of the window.

"So, any thoughts of the fireflies?" I asked.

"Well they seem nice people. I mean they are looking for a cure, for the good of humanity, and they don't murder anyone who they find outside of their little quarantine zones."

"So you like them?"

"I guess you could say that."

We kept driving south towards Vegas. Towards Ellie.

"Have you killed anyone before?" She asked me.

I took time to collect my thoughts," More than I can remember," I replied.

"Any fireflies?"

"I've only killed when my life or someone close's life was in danger."

"So you have?"

"No, I have not killed a firefly and I'm not planning to."

Eventually a city loomed in the distance and we passed a sign reading Las Vegas. We were close. I just hope I'll get there in time.

Surprisingly the roads were relatively clear for a decent sized city. But they weren't my problems.

"Argh, come on." I slammed my hands on the steering wheel as the car shuddered to a halt.

"Can you fix it?"

"Just because I know how to drive a car doesn't mean I know how to fix it."

"So I guess we're walking then."

"No other choice. Do you know where they are?"

"Yeah one of they've converted one of the old casinos into a working clinic and headquarters."

"Alright, got every thing?"

"Yep."

"Then lets get going before anything shows up."