TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #7 IC: Two-Face June 26 12:00pm We've just crossed from the Cheese State of Wisconsin to Minnesota. The sun is high in the air, the skies are clear, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful day. "I have to go to the bathroom." And our little chippy over there, Emily, has to go to the bathroom. "HoLd It In. We'Re NoT sToPpInG aNyWhErE wItH pEoPlE aRoUnD." She bites her lip at me and squirms a bit. "No, I'm serious, I really need to..." "Shut up back there!" Max yells, suddenly an authority figure in the car. "Boss she's just trying to escape is all, and you know she's gonna rat us out to the cops." "Yeah, they'll be onto us long before we ever hit the west coast," Min chimes in. I groan to myself - I already pondered that possibility. "I won't be returning home, even if you do let me go," she says, staring out the window. And still squirming. I look over at her with a stern look on her face. "I quit my job last night. The boss has been harassing me on my late night shifts for weeks now, and I've done nothing about it. I'm too embarassed to go home and tell my parents. We're a good Chrisitan family and they would've disowned me." Typical teen angst. How I loathe it. It's caused so many juveniles to turn into such bad eggs over the years - I've seen it first hand back when I was District Attorney. Hell, Min and Max here weren't the cleanest kids in their younger years, either. "My boyfriend would've probably killed him, too. I mean, there's nothing left for me in Chicago. Ever since we picked up and left Cincinnati three years ago, I've been lost and alone up here. I just graduated high school last week and it was abysmal - I knew people there but we just never connected as friends, ya know?" No, I don't know. And I don't give a rat's ass either, kid. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you're still alive. "So I decided to run away." She looks over at us and wipes a tear trickling down her cheek. "Ironically, you three came into my life at just the right time." "Oh PlEaSe," I groan, trying to stretch in my uncomfortable cramped position. "GeT oVeR iT. eVeRyOnE gOeS tHrOuGh ToUgH tImEs, ThAt'S nOtHiNg NeW. aNd I'vE nO pAtIeNcE tO lIsTeN tO a LiTtLe GiRl'S wHiNiNg At ThIs MoMeNt." I shoot a glance at her; she's looking down into her lap, picking at some crusted tomato sauce on her apron. I look up at her face, and it's hauntingly familiar. I mean, the hair colour is different - she's a brunette - but her profile, her eyes, so much about her reminds me of Grace. And this Emily is only a few years younger than Grace was when I first met her in college. Part of me wants to reach over and comfort her, but no - wake up, Harvey. That's not her. It's just some brat from the Midwest. This isn't Grace. The car drives in silence for a few more miles down the interstate. Just as the bumps and grooves in the road and the rocking motion of the car take their toll on me and my eyes begin to close, I hear that voice again. "I still have to go to the bathroom."