Despite soreness, Ponch couldn't lay beside the car any longer he needed to move. Needed to find help. He'd tried to get on the radio but it didn't work.

Barry had thought if they walked long enough in the correct direction they'd find something. A person, a car, a building...maybe another officer. This was a good idea...however neither one of them were thinking straight. They had argued over which way to go, Bear tried out the way Ponch wanted, but after a few minutes had given up and turned around, heading back for the car.

Ponch followed, trying to get Barry to turn around...but then decided to just listen to him. He might've been right anyway. Had they been thinking they would have remembered a gas station that was just a few miles down the road from where they had crashed. A gas station had been put in recently so those who were on the long trip would have a place to stop for gas or other reasons.

This station was a few miles down the road in the direction Ponch had wanted to go. They walked in the opposite direction. Road for miles and miles nothing else.

They weren't getting far, very fast. It was all slow walking with occasional breaks. Ponch as usual tried to pretend he was fine and push through the pain to get them somewhere. He was more concerned about Bear's health than his own. However with Bear's constant complaining, it didn't show that his mind was on helping Bear.

"Not a single car," Bear said, looking back.

"Huh?"

"We've been out here how long? No cars. Does no one drive this road?"

"Oh, not on a Friday, Bear!" Ponch joked.

"What?"

Ponch rolled his eyes. "It was a joke, but I see you're not in the mood."

Bear smiled at him, shaking his head. "You know what Ponch? You're funny. You really are."

"Really?" Ponch's smile returned to his face, thinking he had finally cheered up his friend.

Bear's smile faded. "No."

Ponch didn't say anything, his head hurt too much to argue with Bear. He assumed Bear wasn't feeling well either. They walked in silence for the next few minutes. This was a bad idea. "Maybe we should go back to the car?"

"You mean...we're not already going back to the car?" Bear replied, confusion in his voice as if he had already forgotten which way they were going, how long they had been traveling, and why. As if he had forgotten they'd already left behind the remains of what used to be a decent highway patrol car. Bear looked at Ponch waiting for an answer.

"You okay, man? We left the car twice already. It's too much work to turn around and go back." Ponch had completely forgotten it was his idea to go back to the car. The more he tried to think the harder it got. The more he tried to think the worse his headache got.

"How do we even know there's something else out here!" Bear whined. His head was killing him, that and the sunshine beating down on him made him feel sick. He wanted to pass out or throw up...or both one right after the other. "I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm nauseous. I need water. I need shade. My head hurts. I could be dying ya know? We never had our injuries checked out. I'm sure you're not feeling well either. Did I mention I'm tired?"

"Yeah," Ponch nodded. "You did. You failed to mention you're whiny too."

Bear made a face at him. "Come on, Ponch!"

"Barry, we were supposed to be in Bakersfield hours ago. I have a feeling, they notified Getraer about us not showing up, and if I'm right he'll be looking for us. If he's looking for us, wouldn't you like to get to a phone so we can call the station and tell him where to go?"

Bear sighed. "How?" he muttered. "Even after an accident and little sleep. HOW are you still so aware of everything!? How did you already come up with a practical idea!? How do you know if we're going in the right direction!?"

Ponch stopped walking for a moment, taking a break. He wasn't in as good shape as Barry thought. His legs were killing him, and his head felt like someone was pounding it with a hammer. Despite that, he tried his best to think straight and come up with an idea. He was thankful to have even thought about how Getraer would be looking for them. The problem though was he couldn't remember what the number was to call the station. He couldn't remember where the car was, what road they were on. He couldn't even remember what they were supposed to be in Bakersfield, or if that was where they were actually going. He also didn't know why Getraer would be looking for them, it just seemed likely as somehow Getraer always knew when Ponch was in trouble. Even if he wasn't with Jon when it happened. Would he suspect anything if Ponch was with Bear though?

"What's wrong? Why'd we stop?" Bear asked, as if he hadn't just been complaining a little while ago about how he needed a break.

Ponch looked up at Bear, and opened his mouth to respond. He couldn't get words to form.

"Ponch?" Bear turned to him, just in time to watch his friend fall over. Bear cursed under his breath. "Ponch!" he knelt beside him. "I'm sorry, I won't complain anymore. I won't complain about you trying to push through everything even though you're not well. I'll stop...please...please just wake up!" he cried. He looked around. "Why did we have to crash out here!?" As he knelt beside him he became even more aware of how sore he was, he almost cried, but kept it in. The only thing he couldn't keep in was the vomit that spilled from his mouth, thanks to his intense nausea growing worse.

Here they were, stranded on the side of the road. One of them passed out, the other throwing up and about ready to pass out himself. In the middle of nowhere. "How are they going to find us?"

Bear shook Ponch again, but received no response. He didn't want to wait around here so he decided to try to pick him up. Had he been feeling better it would have been easier... but he felt so weak after lifting Ponch he barely got a step before collapsing, dropping Ponch and landing on top of him. He let out a frustrated sigh. "Wake up please! I need you..."

He looked to the sky and silently prayed someone was looking for them.