"Where the heck the lady went? That's not the lady Roz!", says Mariah frantically. Don't tell me that she left us with all these dogs!
Roz tilts her head to the side in puzzlement (not unlike the little poodle in her arms). "What? What do you mean that's not her? She... it's... wait just a doggone minute!" Roz spins in a circle, looking for the little old lady. With a stricken face, she turns to Mariah. "Where did she go?"
"I don't know! BUT I tell you I am OUT of here!", says Mariah and starts walking away while shaking her head.
"What? Mariah! You can't just *leave*!" She shakes her head and watches Mariah stalking off.
"You have got to be kidding me..." Rozalynn scans the area again, disbelieving that the little old lady could have abandoned her dogs, and left this crazy mess in the parking lot. She turns to the little dog in her arms and asks, "Now what, missy? You wanna come live with me?"
Mariah walks a few steps, sighs and turns back towards Roz...she is rolling eyes and says "Well...umm...I can't leave you all by yourself with this mess", so..."Just tell me you have this GREAT plan to get us out of here".
Roz sighs, but smiles a crooked grin. "No great plan, my friend, but it looks like all the dogs have run off. We couldn't manage to herd them into one place, but apparently we scared 'em. Look, people are starting to drive off." She shrugs. "Thanks for not walking out, Mariah... but I guess we're going get out of here anyway."
Roz looks down at the little poodle in her arms. "I think I made a friend, Mariah! I can't just let her go off on her own. What shall I call her?"
"Call her Smelly, because she *does* smell!", says Mariah with an expression of disgust. "Do you plan to take ummm *that thing* with you?"
Feigning shock, Roz gasps at Mariah. "What?! Smelly?! Noooo, she's really sweet, Mariah." She takes a little sniff of the puffy white dog and winces. "Oh, well, nothing that a good bath won't cure, right?"
Roz looks around and sees that many people have already found their way out of the lot. Her car is like a rock in a stream, with cars flowing around it toward the exit. "C'mon Mariah. Let's get out of here."