Roxy was tired and sore. But she had everything she needed. Well almost everything she thought as she looked over her shoulder at the house she grew up in. There was once thing she hadnt been able to get. She couldn't save her son yet. But she could save someone else. She tossed the bag of money she had stole from her father into the backseat of the car. Then she climbed in and went in search of the person she had seen on her father's wall.