I stare at the man across from me. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to get me to say something, anything. I've had enough charity to last a lifetime though. I won't speak. I haven't spoken in years. His 18 year old son appears in a black truck and hop out. "Is this her?" He asks his father. "Yes," he replies, "She still won't speak though." His son nods his head then grabs my hand. He begins to lead me to the truck. "Come on," he says. "Let's go somewhere fun!"