As they all stepped away from the DiLaurentis residence, Emily couldn't help but look back over her shoulder to the front door. The lifeless looking girl she'd seen in the doorway moments before had made her insides twist and turn in guilt. And if the rest of the girls weren't willing, then she'd have to go alone. Anything to get that dark shadow behind Alison's eyes, out. Emison.

California was always rampant with unnecessary traffic. And in her case, traffic and paparazzi. Combined, those two did not make a good drive home. The mere thought of this was tiring Bella more and more by the second; God, she just wanted to sleep.