There was a bang, and Indiana Indianapolis Jones quickly pulled the car over before it could swerve dangerously. He swore a little as he got out. He checked to see the problem, and found an easy fix: the tire had blown out, so all he had to do was change it.

He quickly opened the trunk and pulled the spare tire out, laying it next to his blown tire. Then he pulled up the carpet of the trunk, opened the secret toolbox…

And found that the two integral tools of changing a flat tire were missing. He swore out loud as he remembered that he'd lent his jack and his lug wrench to his neighbor back home so that the neighbor could save someone else with a flat tire, and said neighbor had yet to return it. Indiana sighed irritably. This might prove to be a problem.

He wouldn't call Illinois. Not yet. Frankie was bound to make fun of him if he called needing help with car trouble of all thing. After all, he was Indiana Jones, car mechanic extraordinaire! Petty things like flat tires were unknown to him, and certainly not something he would call for help with.

Indiana wondered where Dad was. Probably nowhere near, but it didn't hurt to ask. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed the familiar number. It went straight to voicemail. He didn't leave a message. Dad only turned his phone off if he was in a very important meeting, meaning he was either with the President of the United States of America or he was at a country meeting. Either way, he was too far away to be of assistance.

Indiana tried to think of who else he could call. Ohio was visiting New York at the moment. Michigan had gone on a week long camping trip with Saskatchewan and Nova Scotia. There was no one close enough to call…except Frankie.

He opened the trunk again to see if there was any possibility of having a spare lug wrench or jack. When that failed to produce results, he looked through the rest of the car. There was nothing. Indiana gave an annoyed sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He decided he would give it an hour, and if no one stopped on the side of the road to help him, he'd call Illinois. He cursed himself for taking the back roads rather than the highway to Frankie's house.

About fifteen minutes into his wait, Indiana's phone started going off. Illinois was calling him. He hit the button on the side of his phone to make it silent. It was silent for about thirty seconds, and then it started ringing again. This process continued about three times. Then Indiana received a text.

Hey u ok? Why r u not here yet? –IL

Indiana ignored it.

Indie, answer me. -IL

Indie, u ok?-IL

Do u need a hospital? -Il

R u dead?-Il

Indiana considered answering 'yes' to the last text, just to see what Illinois would say about that, but decided against it.

Indiana Jones, if ur ignoring me im gonna make u wish snakes were the ONLY thing ur afraid of. –IL

Making fun of his name now. Because that was obviously the correct way to get someone to talk to you. Indiana scowled and tossed his phone into the passenger seat. Half an hour had gone by, and not a single car had passed. You'd think the dirt roads would be busier, it was summer after all. Farmers should be driving tractors or something.

A different tune began playing on his phone. Indiana picked it up. It was Pennsylvania. Indiana wondered why on Earth he would be calling at this moment, but picked up the phone anyway. "Hello?"

"So you are alive. I don't know why you aren't answering Frankie, but he called me, thinking that I'd be more likely to reach you. I hope it's worth it, because it's the middle of the night in Germany."

"What are you doing in Germany?" Indiana asked. There was a click and a tone. Indiana huffed in annoyance. Percy usually wasn't that impolite. Oh well, he did get woken up in the middle of the night. It was probably chocolate related business anyway.

Indiana looked at the dashboard clock. Time to swallow his pride. He dialed Frankie's number.

"It's about damn time you called!" Frankie snapped into the phone. "I've only been trying to reach you for the last half an hour!"

"Shut up Frankie. Just bring a jack and a lug wrench to 450 and 1775."

"Excuse me? Did I hear that right? I thought you said you needed a lug wrench and a jack."

"Don't make me repeat it."

"Indiana Freaking Jones needs car help? This is a momentous occasion! I'm going to take pictures!" For the second time that hour, Indiana heard a click and a tone. He sighed and put his forehead against the steering wheel. It was going to be a long day.