The hitchhiker drew a deep breath. She had been walking for over 3 days,a nd her feet hurt so much. She looked up at the sky.

"It will be hot today." She dropped her bag, and sat on it. She didn't hear the truck stop.

"Need a lift?" The driver said. The hitchhiker looked at him carefully. He had blonde hair, and hazel eyes. She couldn't pinpoint his age, but he was older than he looked.

"Thanks." She said, hoping in. The driver tipped his cowboy hat and smiled as he began to drive.

"So, what's your name?"

She frowned. "I really don't think."

"Tell ya mine."

The hitchhiker sighed. "You first."

The man smiled. "I am Geno Roads."

"Geno Roads? Where have I ehard that name?"

"No where." Geno replied. The hitchhiker looked at the sheath on his belt, the hilt of a golden dagger sticking out. Geno covered it up. "What's yours?"

"Michelle, Michelle Bridgeman." She smiled. "My friends call me Galanodel."

Geno nodded. "Well, nice to meet you Gala."

"Nice to meet you Geno. So.you have a nickname?"

Geno grinned. "My friends call me Mr. Chaos."