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Rating: Not even a PG, yeesh
Spoilers: Post 'Dead End'
Disclaimer: Z-a-h-r-a does not spell Joss, no matter how hard I try.
Summary: Lindsey makes a decision. In a car no less.
Dedication: To Lar for the improv and for being her most amazing self. Bridget Jones has nothing on you, babe. Improv: Lindsey - highway, breath, rope

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Texas is big. Enormous. Dirt and land and oil.

Girls with big hair and guys with bigger egos.

Just the right place to get lost. Just the right place for him to succumb to cowboy hats and country music. Just the right place to forget about Armani suits and where the wild things are.

The perfect place to become no one. Someone. Someone else.

Pulls over just outside Houston city limits and opens the glove compartment. Decision time.

A map.

A million different routes and now he has to choose. Two roads diverging in a wood and all Lindsey has to do is follow one. His proverbial fork in the road is a conglomeration of highways.

And to think he slept through most of Freshman English.

There are worse things to choose from. Harder decisions to make. This one should be easy. Pick a route. Take a drive. Destination nowhere.

He spreads the map over his lap and the steering wheel, and sees nothing. Just a mass of black squiggles and red and blue splotches.

Why is this so hard? Shouldn't his newfound freedom make it easier for him to breathe? To choose?

He doesn't have to place so much importance on a stretch of asphalt. But he does. It's a decision, and every one he makes has a hitch. A catch. Something to come back and bite him on the ass - or someplace else.

The wrong choice will tie the noose around his neck, and instinctively Lindsey pulls at the collar of his shirt. It feels tight. Like rope. A mass of frayed fibers that could leave ligature marks around his neck. The wrong choice could kill him. He just got his life back, he's not going to give it up so easily.

He folds the map back up and places it back in its place.

The best decision is the one that happens of its own accord. He'll just drive.