"Well...are we ready to meet people of the future, yet?" Christy asked, uncertainly. Her tone was thick with uncertainty and she became very aware of Jeffrey's close proximity. Blushing, she peered forward to see if the footsteps belonged to the three men they had spied on early. They did; all three were striding, heading in their direction. She instantly ducked back down below the boxes.

"They're coming!" she hissed, as loudly as she dared. 

"Do you smell something?" she heard one of the men exclaim loudly and there was a pause before another man spoke "Yes...is that [i]burning rubber[/i]?"

Christy nearly choked on her nervous breaths and she heard the footsteps stop, as if alerted by the sound. She held her breath, her heart thudding erratically in her chest and she hoped that the sound wasn't as loud as it sounded to her. Frozen in place, she awaited impatiently for the men to do something; to continue, to spot them, to spot anything else amiss. 

"You still have the gun?" Christy murmured to Jeffrey in a low voice, urgently, "You know...just in case."