Thinking so much about Mollie has brought back a really old memory of mine. When I was 18-19, I worked at a restaurant on weekends. Sometimes I would need to take the bus there or home if I didn't have my parents car to borrow. One Fri or Sat night, after getting off the bus and walking like 3 blocks, I had to take my shoes off because there were killing me......and earlier in the evening, one of my contacts fell out, so I was truly half blind. Lo and behold, a car pulls up, but going the other direction/across the street. He stops and waves and says "Hey"....very friendly. I swear I thought it was a guy that I knew (Doug)....I thought, awesome, a ride home the rest of the way. So I approached the car on the passengers side and hopped in. It wasn't until I was IN the car that I realized it wasn't Doug....just some stranger with a similar car. I said, "Oh, I thought you were this guy that I KNEW".....now the car starts moving.....I said "My house is just a few blocks"....He complied with my directions, but as we got close to my house, I'm saying, "Stop, it's right here....stop!" He starts speeding up and went right past my house.....I guess he was getting a kick out of me being scared. Thank God he let me out then and I ran to my house and got safely in the door. I'm thinking how lucky I am, and praying the wrong person didn't pick up Mollie.