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I don't own the characters or the show. Never have never will.

Chapter 6

Walking for twenty minutes without paying attention to landmarks and the street signs wasn't the smartest idea. Now Molly had no idea what way to go to get back to the bus. By the look of the area she was in a poorer area of town, the low level of the totem pull of societies standards. Automatically Molly starts to think and worry about the possibility of kidnapping, strangers lurking around every corner. Not many things made Molly uneasy, but being lost was one of them, and with the dark the fear was even stronger.

Spotting a McDonald's with only three cars in the parking lot she walks in. No one is standing behind the register with a cheerful smile. Voices can be heard in the grill area along with the sounds of speeding cars on a television. But isn't looking for someone to take her order, she's looking for a phone. And locates one of the far back wall right by the his and her bathrooms. Sliding 35 cents out of her pocket interests them in the slot and finishes the process with the dialing of Irene's cell phone number. She hoped they wouldn't think she was too crazy for need assistance in getting back. After three rings it was picked up on the other end

"Hello?" Now that was the last person Molly excepted to answer.

"Oh hey Carey it's me."

"Molly! Where are you?" The sound of his voice sounded so sincere with concern it brought a smile to her face.

"Well I'm not sure." She tells him with a laugh.

"All right what's near you? Or better yet see any street signs?"

"I'm at a Mickey D's near a K-Mart center on Paige Liberty Street. Any idea of where I'm talking about?"

"Absolutely no clue! But we got maps and I hate to brag but I'm a pretty good navigator."

"I beg to differ on that one." Carey could have trouble finding his way out of a paper bag with a hole on the bottom.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I'm sure I can find it, so I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll borrow Sam's car, or I should say stealing with all intentions of returning." Before Molly could say all right or even form of a good bye the phone call was disconnected. Even though it was just a bit after 10 she knew both Irene and Ned would be sleep, especially Ned. When driving he misses quite a few hours of sleep and makes them up during the down time. If everything for the next days events are taken care of Irene will usually hit the sack. And just before the appointment Molly was told that everything was in order and the likely of that changing wasn't high. Jack and Clu would be locked away in the room still playing that video game or perhaps talking about guy stuff. Molly knew how she was at their age and couldn't help but to assume that boys thought basically the same way. On what Annie could be doing at this moment, Molly had no idea where to even start guessing.

Walking away from the phone looking at the large colored menu above the counter Molly is suddenly extremely hungry. After all it had been hours since she ate anything and going on crash diets wasn't her kind of thing. No one seemed to know she was in the joint, guess they really didn't care about business and making money. At the counter Molly clears her throat several times, getting a little louder each time. Finally a lady who was defiantly not of high school at working part time age appeared, looking rather annoyed to actually have to do some work.

"May I help you?" By the tone of her voice one would swear the lady had just said, ok I'm going to drill the cavity without any noivcane.

"I'll take a 9 piece Chicken McNugget please with honey sauce. And a medium diet coke, oh wait forget the coke, I'll take some orange juice." For the next few months Molly would be unable to have any soda, coffee, or alcohol products. And being a series addict to two of those items would not be easy. But Molly has heard to many health reports to risk her child's life and well being just because she likes something.

"That's 3.50." Still no joyous emotion, it sort of crept Molly out. Reaching into her pocket and pulls out a stick of gum and a quarter. Molly's face turns bright red while she nervously chuckles while checking the other pockets, nothing. This had never happened to her before.

"I don't seem to have it."

"Fine." The woman turns away and starts heading back to watch the TV again.

"Wait! Please can I eat now, and pay back later?" No turning around. Never in her life had Molly been this hungry before, she felt like she had been fasting for a week and was being tortured by the scents of various foods. Unable to stop herself the tears start to fall, being too emotional was one of the stages of pregnancy that Molly over did. The lady looks up at her wondering what the hell is wrong with her!? The door is opened is followed by footsteps and the women looks straight at the customer. Molly couldn't give less of a damn of who it was. With a sigh the anti employee of the year throws the food Molly ordered onto a tray and pushes it towards her quite harshly.

"Thank you." Molly wips herself around to see Carey standing behind her holding a twenty-dollar bill.