Grace finally got into her car after working her shift at Mount Vernon, and was on her way home through the Virginia woods. She stopped at a local gas station and went inside. There, she bought a mochalatte, a tank of gas, and a doughnut to get herself on the way home. She went over to the glass-enclosed window, paid with her card, and went outside. There, near her car, was a red Ferrari with a man who seemed to have the beautiful red waves she did, and who got out of the vehicle. When he looked at her, se smiled brightly. His eyes were blue and sparkly, filled with light, even though the only light was coming from inside the station. He wore a brown T-shirt, blue suit jacket and dark jeans. He smiled.

            "Good evening, dearie. Going home?"

            "Uh...yeah."

            "Name's Michael Stonehenge." he extended his arm out to shake hands.

            "Nice to meet you. Grace Jenkins."

            "I hope we meet again."

            "Me too." She quickly got into her car.

            Just as she left the parking lot, Mr. Stonehenge pulled out after her. She noticed him a mile later, driving behind her. She began to get nervous. Who was this weird doppelganger guy, and why did he want to drive behind her? She had heard nightmare tales of murderers stalking women who lived alone, though she lived with roommates in a house in Richmond. She began to take several twists in the back roads, but Mr. Stonehenge would not budge. She had to take drastic action. She found another gas station up ahead, complete with two police cruisers. She pulled into the station, went straight to the car and tapped on the window. Inside, there was an officer and a man with a camera, filming the whole thing.

            "Excuse me, miss, what seems to be the problem?"

            "There's a man following me! I came from the station back near Mount Vernon, and he's been following me from there."

            At that moment, Mr. Stonehenge pulled up.

            "That's him!"

            The officer got out of the car and went to Mr. Stonehenge.

            "What seems to be the problem here?"

            "Thank God she's out of the car."

            The officer looked at him and said, "Hands where I can see them, buddy."

            "Screw you!"

            The officer then grabbed his arm, and several others restrained him as he fought. The four men had him down on the ground, while he struggled.

            Finally, Mr. Stonehenge had cuffs put on him.

            "Now, are you going to listen to me? Tell me why you followed her."

            "Fine. I had to get Grace away from that man in her car."

            "You say there's a man in her car?"

            "Yes. There he is! You can see him right now!"

            The officers looked over to Grace's car, where surely enough, there was a pale, dirt-covered man with a wild-eyed look that was frightening.

            They quickly surrounded the car, held guns on it, and busted out the shotgun window. They then pulled the man out, and he fought them, almost knocking over the guy filming this all.

            "They're going to kill me! They're going to kill me!"

            The officers, after a long struggle, finally got the man in handcuffs and cuffs on his feet. When they searched him, they found small bags of heroin, marijuana, a crack pipe, Ecstasy pills, cocaine (street-test kit said so), several hundred dollars, and none of it was his. (It never is.)