"Do you know where we are going?" I asked, talking for the first time since we ran away from the clapper's explosion.
"Yes." Audrey seemed really distant, talking as if she was barely here with me. I realized she has been doing that a lot.
"Are we camping out? Like, in a tent?"
She laughed. "No, we're driving."
I was beyond confused. We have been hiking for around an hour. Driving? Where was the car, then?
I asked her just that.
"We are hiking to get to the car, because I hid it up here, so no one would find it. And it's just behind those bushes." Walking a little further, Audrey parted a section on a huge berry bush, to reveal a 1967 black Chevy impala.
"Wow, where did you get that?" I gasped, "That's old! Around sixty five years!"
She smiled. "My mom was fucking into old cars,"
"She gave this to me for my sixteenth birthday"
Audrey suddenly frowned.
"You're sixteen?" I asked.
"Yeah." She unlocked the doors, and got into the driver's seat, motioning me inside.
When I got inside the car, I asked my last question.
"Were you sent to be unwound?"
She started the car, and then sat for a minute.
She looked at me. "I'll tell you later. Not now"
And then we drove onto the road, further away from my was-to-be death.