There was a pressure building as she approached her destination. The pressure wasn't within her. But she could still feel it, almost as if her feelings went beyond just her own body.

She didn't notice this pressure until she was within a few hundred miles. But once she felt it she could remember when it began. The feeling was weaker back out west, but it had been there. Just never noticed it at the time. Could only notice it in retrospect.

Was it all imagined then? Feeling was after all just a product of electricity coursing through the brain. Seemed insignificant against all the other reactions happening in the universe.

Why did a person make such gravity out of their own feelings then?

No time to wonder that she thought. 

Imogen Howe

 stepped on the gas. She didn't care anymore. She was going over 85 mph now. if a cop stopped her she'd get the ticket. She had no plans to pay it. All her long term plans of how her life would go was gone. She just needed to get back to town as soon as possible. That's the only thing that mattered now.