C27 Big girl pants.

The entire ride there, my leg bounces up and down nervously. I strain to look out of the windows, inspecting everything around me. I'm sat in the passenger seat and Woody's in the back, twirling the bat around in his hands.

"It's dark out here." I mumble to no-one in particular, noticing how the street lamps have disappeared. It gradually turns pitch black as we drive through wide country roads