"Waiting for what?" James asked, arching an eyebrow. Rose didn't respond right away, but he was curious so he made sure not to yell. "I haven't decided yet." She finally said softly. Before he could respond, Rose continued. "For someone to come get me. Or for a car to run me over. Whichever happens first, I guess." Instead of being concerned, the older boy rolled his eyes. "It's a busy road." Half a smile crept onto her face, and she nodded. "I know."