The sun was going down on the horizon as they sped down the road.
Andi's hands were clenched on the steering wheel, the skin turning white.

"Where is she?" Bill shouted.

"At his grave I'd think." Andi said in a hoarse whisper.

"Who's grave?" Tom yelled.

"That's for her to tell you, not me." Andi said.

Bill let out a scream.

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU TWO? IT'S LIKE YOU LIVE BEHIND A WALL!"

Andi smirked and said "pretty much."