The car speeds up, heading through the tall pines that line the winding road. I feel the vibrations of the music rattling up the door. I turn to face him, and he smiles at me- "-Izzy...where did you go this time?" "I was in the woods again...In the Pines." I closed my eyes and mentally repeated the words I had been chanting for the last five years. "What have we said about it? Use your words, Izzy. It's alright to...