…A Cincoco Gas station…
…In Nebraska….12:00 PM…
Clara,Clara,Clara; that has been the only thing on Tom's mind since they started the two summer long trip all over America. Damn, Lewis thought looking down to a pack of cigarette's lined up the window near the cashier, is Clara all Tom going to talk about? Lewis could feel a void inside feels sick to his stomach, the need to smoke, and a intense need. Three days he had spent not smoking.
Numerous times had Lewis tried to stop smoking.
Many, notably, quite many times.
"Hey, Lewis!" Tom shouts,drawing Lewis's attention. "Think Clara gonna like a James Patterson audio book?" Tom waves a black CD case with 'James Patterson' below and some visible words 'In Paris' highlighted in unique bright colors. "I know she likes mystery audio books but this one beats the cake!"
Lewis groans, rubbing his forehead.
"I don't know her as you do, Tommy." Lewis said. "Clara is not on our trip. It is you and I before work gets busy again and then we'll never see each other again. This is the last year I am stopping in America for my job. We're going oversea's where the restrictment isn't so tight for cash."
"I know, but, you can put yourself in women's shoes better than I." Tom said. "And stop calling me Tommy."
"Uh, well, I lived with one for most of my life." Lewis said, his hand dives into his pocket searching for a cigarette box. Yet he came up empty. Oh hell, Lewis thought, I am going at it again—Lewis takes his hand out of his pocket-I have to resist, I must resist, resisting extends my chance at outliving this creepy friend of mine. "And you, Tommy, had the unfortunate fate to have a single father."
Tom's face turns dark and sincere.
"Don't talk about my father." Tom said.
Lewis sighs.
"Okay." Lewis said, fed up. "If we're going down this road again then you must swear to me, over your heart, not to speak of Clara." Lewis has a serious kind of expression on his face involving a glare towards Tom. "This is our vacation. Let's get that straight."
Tom gasps.
"But I love her!" Tom said. "That is like asking me to stop breathing."
"Love her in your mind." Lewis said.
"This is a joke." Tom said. "You're joking with me, right?"
"I am not joking, Tommy." Lewis said. "You don't see me talking about my mom all the time!"
"…Fine." Tom relented.
There is a light click heard from the tube with a hose like part called the Nozzle in the gas little door to the gas tank is referred to normally as 'gas cap' in literature but not in the world of television. The world of television normally doesn't have people in shows bluntly noting what the gas cap is and the nozzle. Lewis takes the nozzle out then puts it back into the machine where he had gotten it out of. Lewis then puts the cap back on to the hole leading into the gas tank.
A loud clang hit the roof to the truck's engine.
Lewis and Tom look up to see Loki waving at them—with the window rolled down—not disguised as his fake 'persona' at the time being. It was the same RV by all accounts due to the such length, the colors going well on the metal surface, the large poking out side square parts resembling greatly of retractable space for rooms, the side by window mirrors, and the windows on the room wall sized parts are covered as well to prevent anyone from looking into the very much occupied area.
Their jaws dropped seeing the RV had rolling operating tires.
It is very much of a shock.
"The Crowbar belongs to you now!" Loki shouts, with a slight wave.
Loki taps on the driver's wheel making a few honks while passing by. Lewis and Tom share a 'what the hell?' kind of reaction that had a bit of a disbelief to puts his arm back in driving further past the Cincoco gas station. Lewis went to the back of the bed's truck then lifted up the tarp that then showed four wheels in all. Lewis feels anger coming up through his heart to his head.
"How the hell did he get new wheels so fast in the middle of a forest?" Tom said the question that was on both of their minds.
Lewis lets go of the tarp.
"I don't know." Lewis said. "Maybe a fairy did magic on it."
"…And that driver." Tom said. "That is odd."
"What?" Lewis asks.
"There was a different man." Tom said.
"So?" Lewis asks.
"We saw two kids and one man at the restaurant awhile back." Tom said. "Remember the red head? The little girl practically came over and told us whatever beef we had with her 'Uncle' should be dropped and that whatever he did to us; he's sorry."
Lewis's mouth became a perfect 'o' as he lifts his head up and his eyes turn wide.
"Oh, I remember!" Lewis said lowering his head back down to make a complete eyes went huge. "So…woah…fairys made a guy go spoof?"
Lewis's voice dripped in sarcasm.
"No." Tom said, shaking his hand. "He was wearing an ID mask."
Lewis stares back at Tom, eyebrows raised, and the left part of his lip raised up while the other edge remained lowered.
"I don't get what ID masks are." Lewis said.
"They disguise people as other people." Tom said. "It's from that Ben 10 show."
Lewis's eyebrows lowered down, his glare fixated on Tom, and his eyebrows hunched forwards.
"Tommy,that is a cartoon." Lewis said.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good show." Tom said.
"There could just be a second man who's paralyzed and rides a wheelchair." Lewis said.
"Or a Highbreed taking two kids to somewhere and disguising themselves as a human to trick them." Tom said.
Lewis shook his head then heads towards the Cincoco station taking out his wallet from his pocket.
"You've lost it,man." Lewis said back.