"Well, this thing hasn't got a ton of gas," she says, but if it's twelve hours walking, that's still enough to get them there in a car. Shit. She stares at him, clearly expecting her to climb into the driver's seat.

There's one peice of this whole stupid goddamn puzzle she's missing. Maybe she should just ask. She goes like she's going to sit, but doesn't pull herself all in the car just yet. Doesn't put her foot on the pedal, doesn't put her hand on the wheel. She waits.

"Why you want me there so bad?" She says. "I mean, besides outta the kindness of your heart." She cocks her head to the side, a flat look on her long face. Let's not shit ourselves.