On that moment, nothing made sense in my head. My thoughts were tangled in a way not even a senior boy scout could undo. I rushed myself, trying to focus on one thing at time, failing miserably.
'Ok, breathe.' Matt's voice echoed.
I did. Many times. It wasn't like it was very hard, after all I have been doing this since I was born.
'Suitcase.' Alison said.
'Clothes,' Angie completed, 'you will need a heavy coat, underwear for five days, boots and that cute sweater from Zara.'
Alright, that was a start. I kept doing the mental lists in my head - toothpaste, passport, earphones - and in 20 minutes I had everything ready. I had to call Jerry, though, and tell him that my grandmother had died or something so I could take that one week off. I wasn't the type of person who missed a lot of days, so he let me go without saying shit. I had to promise cover extra shifts even though I was still going to be paid. Apparently, my ''presence in the office was absolutely vital''. Anyway. It pleased me how for the first time, everyone was incredibly calm, and it almost felt like I was 'normally'  taking a last-minute trip on my own for no specific reason. The moon ghostly painted the street and there were no stars visible, I observed, after I throwing my yellow gear bag in the back seat of my car as Matt warned me in a worried tone:
'Ms. Wolf, you need to hurry up. I can sense they are on their way.'
'Where am I going first?'
'The North Side Correctional Department is our first stop. ' He informs me.

'ARE YOU KIDDING ME? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO TO A PRISON?' I yelled, my voice dying off with my freak out. It tends to reach a high-pitch when I get angry so I sounded like a spoiled 8-year-old whose toy she got for Christmas was in the wrong color.
'I know it's not ideal but..'
'MATT, THIS IS IN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY.'
'Yes but..'
'AND IT'S A PRISON FOR MURDERS EXCLUSIVELY.'
'For damn's sake Germana, will you just go? You said you would help.' Matt snapped, the annoyance radiating from his voice.
'You did.' Alison said.
'You promised.' Angie reinforced.
'I didn't promise shit.' I drew a deep breath again, for the 40th time in that day, and turned my GPS. 'North Side Correctional Department it is.'