Sally pulls her bookbag off the chair beside her. "I really appreciate it." It's nice of him to help someone he doesn't even know. She loves the moments where she gets surprised by the kindness of people in her city.

"That would probably drive me crazy," she admits. "Sitting still in traffic and everything. I hate traffic around here as it is. I like getting out on the freeway whenever I can."

When she's driving she's in another world, a world of her own making. When she needs to fall apart; she drives. Gets on the highway and drives while she breaks. When she's anxious, nervous, or too excited to sit still; she drives.

It's the only place that's hers.