SEVERAL DAYS LATER:SEVERAL DAYS LATER:

"Get in there!" Trevor Phillips cried from inside his RV, trying to forcefully shove a dead body into his toliet. "Grr, stupid piece of shit!" He cried angrily, pushing at it with his foot. Rock Radio in the background.

Suddenly Pinkie slams open the door, she's still messy from the warehouse. Though she often keeps her hair messy anyway, as her own fashion. However, most of her clothes were scatched up, and she was covered in bruises, even a black eye. Least she still had some of that unkempt beauty though, probably the only postive she could of got from this ordeal. That and she feels closer to Michael.

"Jones? You look awfu-"

"SHUT UP!" Pinkie shouts angrily, startling Trevor, she's normally kinda timid and too herself.

"Whoa, where'd that come from?" Trevor asked nievely.

"I thought they were wrong about you Trevor, that maybe you weren't so bad afterall.. But than you left me to die in North Yankton.. It was between you and Michael, I wasn't involved!" Pinkie cried out angrly.

Trevor was about to reply but she interrupted him, implying it was retorical.

"Fuck you Trevor! You kidnapped me, forced me into this world of yours, and now you show your not even a real friend! FUCK YOU!"

"Yeah.. Well.. I never claimed to be, Lancer.. I just needed a buttmonkey, and Lazlow gave you to me anyway." Trevor said, though he probably doesn't mean it.

"That so?.. Well, at least you made this easier." Pinkie replied, moving some of her orangey red hair.

"Easier?" Trevor asked in confusion.

"To do THIS!" And suddenly she pulls out her revolver and fires towards his head, he dodges at the last second and the bullet smashes the small TV. Breaking it.

"Whoa, whoa, I lied alright, you are a friend!"

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed again, shooting him as he poked his head up. Trevor pulls out his own pistol, shooting her's away from her, hitting one of her hands, and she bends over in agony. Facing away from him, and she's near his bedroom.

Trevor stands up. "You finished?" He asked, and approaches her. She doesn't reply, nor face him.

"Now. If your alive, so is Michael.. Instead of each other, lets go after him instead, cause he..."

Pinkie suddenly scatches him with swissblade knife she drew out.

"Pink, whoa, I said sto-"

Pinkie suddenly tackles him, Trevor crashes onto the floor, actually barely able to hold her off from stabbing him in the heart.

"Die, you fu-"

All of a sudden, Pinkie is hit with something. And she falls unconscious, right off of Trevor. A tranquilizer dart revealed on her back neck. She'll be back in about 2 hours, wasn't a very powerful one.

Trevor looks up, seeing Carly holding a tranq rifle she has in some stories. Mostly against Trevor, as she doesn't have the heart to actually kill him.

"Well well Trevor, you sure got a way with the ladies." Carly sassed.

"Shut up Carly.. And where's that British bitch?"

"She's not here, so you can relax." Carly said, deadpan, and checks on Pinkie, seeing her breathing in and out in her sleep. And Carly ends up picking her up, carrying her out.