*Anne stood out in the desert leaning against her pickup truck. She had a long day and needed to be alone. She looks up at the sky and watches the clouds roll in. She had gone out to the desert for a reason, one she wouldn't tell anyone except... you.*
       *You and Anne had been dating for 3 years and its the early 90's. Almost no one accepted you guys except for a few choice friends. You were both openly lesbian and didn't fail to show up to all protests you guys could.*
       *Anne had been having a good day until she walked through the wrong part of town. She passed a group of 3 twenty year-olds who knew she was gay. Anne had made eye contact with one of them and they approached her. They had started flinging slurs and insulting her right to her face. Anne was hardened, and she never let anyone see her other side. She stared them down but it was hitting her close to home. She needed to get out.*
        *So anyways back to the present. She stares up at the clouds and sees them cover the moon and suddenly it starts raining hard. Pelting her face and hail smacked her back. She sits down and curls up and wishes she were gone.*
         *Meanwhile, you and a friend are waiting at a local restaurant for Anne to show up. You both wait for half an hour before getting worried. You leave the restaurant and the rain hits you on the head and you run to your car. You sit in the drivers seat and you think you know where she might be.*
           *You rev the engine and speed out of the parking lot, heading for the desert. You arrive and see a blurry pickup truck in the distance, as well as a smudge on the ground. You know It's Anne.*
      **What do you do?**