"I found them," November Webb said a bit too enthusiastically as she bit down on her lower lip and stopped fidgeting with her hair clip which itched and pocked her skin.  The moonlight shown down brightly at this hour, reminding them they were running out of time.

"It's about dammed time.  It's already ten o'clock," her sister December said as she looked up from their notepad and smiled.  They had been circling the same ten blocks for nearly three hours and were started to worry they had miscalculated and wouldn't find him.

"I guess it's time."  December continued as she took her cue and climbed over the passenger seat to the back section of the stolen car.  She brushed her fingers in-between the ghastly covered seats, finding, and then pulling at the looped knot which would allow her access to the trunk.  A wave of cold air smacked her in the face as she dislodged the semi-stuck cushion and exposed an oddly clean, trunk.  The breeze carried with it a strange odor, and for a moment December couldn't help but have second thoughts, even though she knew she shouldn't.  He was a bad man and had to be stopped.

"How long do you need?" November asked.  Her left eye darted to the side of the street; she lightly tapped the brakes and did one last U-turn.  As she circled the street she kept a keen eye on the target.

"Fifteen minutes tops."  December said with conviction and looked down at her watch. "Is that going to be too long?"

November slightly grumbled, this wasn't their usual suspect, he was strong, mean, and worst of all, insane to a degree even they had not encountered before.  Yet she wouldn't have her sister see her fear and so she relented, "I think I can handle that."

December knew her sister was nervous; she couldn't help that, even though she wanted to.  She touched the side panel of the truck as she prepared to climb in, and then she remembered.  "I almost forgot."

December shifted her body, leaned back and through the passenger and drivers side seats.  She quickly looked down and pressed number 101 on her Zune which she already had plugged into the cars stereo system.  She smiled, feeling her nerves begin to soothe as the haunting sounds of Jim Morrison's deep voice filled the car.

"Awake....shake dreams from your hair..."