"I'm sorry." A blonde girl, wrapped in a winter coat, her cheeks and nose red from the cold. On her shoulder she had a backpack with a purse and a sports bag, and behind her back she was dragging a small suitcase on wheels. There was an unmistakable desperation in her eyes. Are you going out of state? I'm looking for a person who will give me a ride out of town. How ready are you to take me Judging by the way the girl looked over her shoulder, it was clear that she was running away from something.