You never quite make it.

He locked me in the back seat and I sat there stunned, I couldn’t believe not only was I no longer myself and had no idea what was happening with my body if it was still at home, or if I was ever going to get turned back into myself, but I was ruining one of my favorite actresses lives by getting her arrested for drunk driving, or something worse. As the car pulled away I couldn’t think of anything that I could do to get out of this when I heard on the radio that there was an armed robbery in progress only a couple of blocks away and that there were several innocent people at risk.

“Damn it! don’t think for a minute that this is going to get you off, just keep your head down while I check this out and wait for backup.”

“Umm ok.” I whispered meekly in response.

The squad car raced for a few moments with sirens blaring as we sped to the scene. As we arrived at the convenient store I looked in and saw what looked like some kind of modern day Bonnie and Clyde, a guy in grungy blue jeans and jackets carrying what looked like a submachine gun, and a young woman wearing a pair of blue jean shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank top that ends right below her breasts, with short blond hair and several tattoo’s on her lower back, stomach, and arms, and rings in her nose and face carrying a large revolver. The cop climbed out of the car and saw them and dropped down behind the door and called for backup seeming to know he was way outgunned.

That was when I shouted, “Look out!” But I was to late, the cop never saw the third person, a street punk with a nearly shaved head wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. He wasted no time on pleasantries or warnings, simply ending the poor officers life with a single blast of his sawed off shotgun.

“Well well if it ain’t miss Nancy Callahan herself, I shore did luv wachin you dance fer Bruce Willis in that sin city movie a yurs. Hell if you ain’t just da kutist little thang. What chu doin in da back seat o dis squad car?” Then this mentally deficient **** simply opened the back door and let me walk out. Then before I even had a chance to react the two in the store raced out and surveyed the carnage.

“Got damn it Billy, didn’t I tell you no more killin? Now what are we supposed to do with her, you might as well blow her brains out now she seen your face.”

“No, its ok, she is a outlaw like us, dis is da chic who danced real sexy like in dat sin city movie I like.” Then to me, “What do you think, could I be in movies like you?”

The other man looked me over and I saw a spark of recognition, and an evil smile crept across his face. “Hello Jessica are you having a good time tonight, just like the movies isn‘t it? Yeah Billy you done good, she is coming with us.”