She nodded, though unsure if she believed that herself. She had no idea what in the world was going on. What she did know was that this whole thing was wrong. So very wrong. And unnatural. Sometimes it felt unreal, but then the whispers reminded her that she was quite awake.
Emma wasn't about to argue about who wore the jacket or riding on the back of a motorcycle, because that wasn't important right now. They just needed to get the hell off the street as soon as possible. She just nodded, obediently slipping on the jacket and helmet like the good daughter she was. "Okay," she said, a little more high-pitched than she meant to and wrapped her arms around his waist.