“We need ta stap, an fix da bloodin cloak mun,” the glowing cube slurred, now sounding disturbingly like a rastafarian.

Will felt ready to pass out again, thankfully keeping his cool only by a hair as the tiny t-rex nudged his thigh.

Instinctively Will reached down running his fingers along the little guys ruff of feathers that ran down his back like a lions main.

“Phew, Okay. Why is that so soothing?”

“Emotional support dinos are the bomb, and he’s the king. Dave emmits low frequencies you can only feel. Happy Dave, happy vibrations.”

Will slumped down in his seat, which prompted Dave to crawl up onto Will.

“Why is everything taste like purple and the number nine?”

Will felt really good.

“Oh, crap,” Thyme suddenly mumbled.

“What?” Samuel asked.

“I think I overdosed him,” she sounded so panicked, Will didn’t know why she seemed mad, he felt great.

Again a set of hands grabbed his cheeks and he was dragged up to look into that familiar face.

“Can you hear me?”

She sounded like she was talking to him from across a far off room.

She was beautiful.

Sharp featured, with the brightest white hair, so shiny it seemed to glow like a halo tied back in a giant fluffy bun. Her eyes, a bright purple red actually did glow. But it was her lips he focused on now. How they moved slowly, how they looked as she told him he may still die.

Just, so pretty.

He reached out without a second thought and grabbed the collar of her shoulder padded jean jacket and kissed her, long and slow he felt her body relax into him and she slid from the front seat into the back as her seat flipped back and she rolled into him. She was so tall.

Will was hardly the tallest man, but he wasnt short, she had to be well over six feet. Her arms were strong as she hit him in the chest and he found a breath at last, only to pass out for the second time in one night.

As Will came too he found himself sitting on the trunk of an old caddy, the kind with the cool fins ending in spiky brake lights.

His head, resting in Thyme’s lap looking up at her.

“Did I kiss you?”

She glared down at him, “No, you slipped me the tongue as thanks for me doing CPR on you.”

“Ah,” he thought he may have felt more awkward had she not said it that way, “Well at least you thought of it as thanks and not harassment. Hate to have a lawsuit.”

“Please, do I look like some snowflake priss to you.”

She scooped a hand under him and rolled him off her lap, sending him rolling onto the ground, and nose to nose with Dave.

The little dino was sitting loaf-like on the ground at her feet.

“Wow, I wasn’t having a drug induced moment.”

“Did you do drugs last night?” Thyme asked.

Will shook his head, “No, I only have weed gummies at home where it’s safe.”

“Well, there goes that plot to pawn you off.”

“Thyme! You know we can’t do that,” the fridge she had called Samuel was sitting under a tree nearby. His arms and legs all tucked into his torso, their circular hatches closed.

“Shut it Sam,” she hissed.

“No dice sis,” his eyes like cameras angled angrily, “He’s in this.”