Before she could ponder any further on it, she felt her phone buzz, and looked down to see a text. "Help, I don't know what.jdilshjlkhlh...." The text dissolved into complete gibberish and random letters being typed.
"Did you hear me?" Eleanor said. She frowned, looking up again at the two in the front seat. She couldn't see Eleanor's face, as she was keeping her eyes on the road, but Megan had turned.
Megan looked to be in her late thirties, and there was no evidence a few moments earlier she'd been a middle schooler...something Michelle was rapidly sinking into. "She's on her phone. Come on, Micky...you can text your friends later..."
"But..." She stumbled.
"You have a few more years of this," Megan told Eleanor. "I mean...I hope...Sherry is still not out of it and she's a few years older."
_What_? Michelle thought. There was definitely something wrong here. Her mind reeled, as it tried to reconcile what Megan was saying...but part of her was telling her that she shouldn't think of her as Megan...that was wrong...