

The motion of the car seemed to calm Reagan down a bit as they sped on to San Fransisco, as she'd heard when the black suits were talking. She rested her back back against the steel wall off the van, the soft humming of the engine lulling her to sleep. Reagan began to hear her mother's sweet, soothing voice in her head, from happier times, when they'd still been a family...and she hadn't been kidnapped in a van. "You are my sunshine," Reagan's mother's voice cooed softly in her head. "On a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May. I guess, you say, what can make me feel this way? My girl." Reagan smiled, remembering those nights she'd spent with her mother before she'd died. Reagan had giggled at the song, always thinking that it was her and Mommy's song. Reagan smiled wider as memories came flooding back, and she slept soundly with her mother's face etched in her mind.