Everything seemed to settle with silence before Lily piped up again. "Who are you though?" she asked, blinking at the rear view mirror.

I cleared my throat, rolling my eyes around. “Oh, uh... you’ve both met before by passing a couple of times.”

Lily’s voice shook with shock. “WHAT?! I don’t remember a walking, talking garbage bin…”

Izzy’s eyes narrowed as she slammed her fist into the back of the seat. “You’re pushing your luck, lady…”

“Settle down,” I quickly said, glancing at both of them. “Her name’s Izzy. She was… my roommate.”

“Ooh yeah, I remember her.” She paused as she tried to connect all of the dots. “Wait, but shouldn’t you be dead?”

Izzy turned away and shifted around in her seat. “You’d think. But it’s my sister who did this to me. That little shit. I didn't ask to be alive again.”

I'm not planning on cleaning that out of my seats any time soon. I quickly pulled over to the gas station and I helped her out the car, guiding the walking hangover toward the restroom. She waved me off.  “Go on. I’ll be in there a while.”

I watched her disappear inside. After I paid for the pump, I went back toward the car. 

I felt Izzy’s presence as we exchanged glances in the sideview mirror. She decided to pop her head out the window. What I didn’t know was that she detached her head and held it in her palm, grinning ear to ear.

“Got that all out of my system,” she announced as she flopped into the back. The monkey curled up on top of her and soon we were back on the road.

Izzy broke the silence after a few minutes with a more serious tone of voice. “So, Florence… what’s been going on with you since I’ve been gone?”

I stared at the glaring headlights while tilting my head around. “Had to get creative. Sold some junk, donated blood, picked up whatever odd jobs I could find. You know.”