Thunder and Christine drove through the better half of the day. They visited Osage but got nothing from Stallion. In fact, it seemed as though no Defect in the Tri-County region knew anything about the Hearse or Thunder's situation. By late afternoon, they'd stopped to rest on a hill overlooking Choctaw, where Thunder was the first to speak.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

Christine scoffed. "I should be asking the same thing about you."

"That so?"

A brief moment of silence washed over them.

"Look, Thunder, I know something's been bothering you, all of us can see it. I guess I just… wish you'd be more open about it."

Thunder paused for a moment. "D'you talk to General like that too?"

"General's not an emotional wreck, Thunder."

Thunder looked at her.

"N-no offense."

Thunder sighed. "I'm goin' through some kinda existential crisis, if that even makes any sense. I don't know what I want, Christine, hell I wasn't even convinced I was alive for the longest time. I never expected my life to amount to nothin', nothin' at all. But… then I met you guys and everythin' just sorta turned bass-ackwards." Thunder scoffed. "I know, I know, you think I'm a fricken nut case."

Christine shook herself. "Nah, you're pretty valid by my standards."

"When I say I never expected my life to amount to a whole hell of a lot I mean it with my whole heart. I ain't sure you even wanna hear this, but here goes everythin'. I was stolen from the ranch after Dreamer went missin'. Damn bandits tore me apart, engine first. The second I got put back together, I ran like hell to the next state over, and so on." Thunder drew in a shaky breath. "I didn't want to live anymore. If livin' meant goin' through pain like that, then I didn't want it, so I gave up. All I did was run. Run from people, from Defects… from myself. And, that's when I met you guys. The crazy cars who gave me life, which is more than what I can say for the lightning."

Christine was quiet for a moment, still processing this. "And you repaid the favor twice over for Stripes and Trigger, whether or not they deserved it."

Thunder nodded. "They deserved it, Christine, they deserved it."

General woke to the Hearse sitting in the corner of the dark room. Its headlights glowed softly. General looked around the room. There were no windows, just a roll-up door, like a storage unit of some kind.

General pushed himself up on his suspension, chains connected to his push-bar rattling. He studied his dented hood and the black marks made by the Hearse's tire.

General revved his engine at the Hearse, vying for its attention. "Hey, ugly, you got a name?"

The Hearse's headlights flickered. "Tank."

General scoffed. "Alright, fittin'." He looked around once more. "What kinda dump did you stash me in?"

"I can't tell you, that'd be cheatin'," Tank growled.

"Cheatin'? This some kinda game I'm supposed to play or is that a metaphor?"

"Whatever floats your fricken boat."

General looked at him, sunvisors twitching downward. "Alright enough with the small talk, why am I here? What do you want?"

"Alright since you wanna be so forward, we're after that freak."

"Thunder?"

"No."

"Oh, right, KITT."

"To tell you the truth, we've had his driver for the past three months as bait, but nobody came to pick him up. So, you're gonna tell me where he is, otherwise, I'll force it outta you."

General scoffed once more. "And here I was beginnin' to think you were a nice guy."

"Well?"

"What?"

"Where is he?"

"Up my tailpipe, wanna check?"

Tank growled menacingly. "I'll pass, but thanks."

"Look, if I told you where he is, that'd be cheatin'. From what I hear, you hate cheaters."

Tank nodded. "Fair enough."

He moved towards the door, pushing a button on the wall with the corner of his hood. The door opened to reveal a fenced-in, asphalt yard. The building next to them looked to be a warehouse and the one across seemed to be a sort of office building. In white letters on the side of the office building it read: Acid Inc.

The smell of seawater wafted in through the door, and the sound of rushing waves slapping against the rocks echoed through the yard. The ocean. Savannah. The port.

The door closed again and Tank turned to him.

"Where's KITT, General?" he asked.

"We're in Savannah?" General asked.

Tank hesitated for a moment. "You got all that from just a glimpse outside?"

"I heard the ocean- wait a minute. When you grabbed me off the street in Hazzard, the Knight Foundation's semi was literally parked right across the street, why didn't that draw your attention? Why go after me?"

"Don't you understand? We've been tailin' the Knight Foundation for months but KITT hasn't been with them. From what we understand he's been out in the field lookin' for his driver."

General was immediately thrown into a laughing fit at this.

"What's… so funny?"

"You… you stupid son of a bitch!" General laughed even harder. "KITT was in the damn truck!"

"You're lyin'!"

General wheezed. "No!"

Tank growled.

"Y'all gotta feel real stupid right about now!"

"Shut up!"

General continued to laugh harder yet.

Tank growled and crossed the room, bashing him with his tire. General reeled back as far as the chains would allow.

"A few ground rules you should know: When I tell you to shut up, you shut up, got that?" Tank growled.

General didn't say anything in reply, he only glared at him.

"In fact, you listen to me, whatever I tell you. Third of all," Tank drew close, "if I catch you tryna escape, I'll turn your trunk into scrap metal. You hear me? I will total your ass."

"Mmm, kinky-"

Tank hit him again. General shook himself, cursing under his breath.

"Do you understand me, boy?" Tank rumbled.

General hesitated but sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Tank hit him once more. "Yes SIR."

General growled and spat. "YeS, sIr."

KITT pulled into the parking lot, trailing behind the small Porsche. The Porsche looked around suspiciously, before crossing the parking lot to sit under a light.

"Here," he whispered.

KITT followed, driving into the circle of light from the lamp.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me at such a late hour, Tobias," KITT said.

"Please, call me Toby," Toby replied.

"So, what can you tell me about the Hearse that was holding you?"

Toby shook himself. "I vwas minding my own business vwhen he started dragging me from behind. He put zat boot on me and covered me vwith a vwhite sheet. I couldn't tell you who he vwas or vwhat he vwanted."

KITT sighed. "That's quite alright, Toby, thank you for the information anyway. Enjoy your flight back to Germany."

Toby nodded and drove off, leaving KTT alone in the pale light of the lamp.

Luke reached across the seat and shook Bo awake. Bo groaned and pushed himself up.

"Aw, c'mon, we get one day at home and we're back out here again, gimme a damn break, man," Bo grumbled.

Luke shook his head. "We've been drivin' around all day, you think we woulda found somethin' by now."

Bo shrugged. "Autumn ain't exactly the easiest person to find, we coulda missed her somewhere."

"You sure? Last I checked Gravedigger stuck out like a sore thumb just about anywhere."

Bo massaged his temples and looked out the front window. "Alright, ah, why not circle back around towards town, see if we can figure out where she might be stayin'. It's gettin' late, she's gotta settle down somewhere."

"Yeah, and so do we, you looked at the time lately?"

Bo shook his head. "No."

"It's eleven, if we don't find her this time around, I'm stoppin'. For the first time in a long time, I'm tired."

Bo nodded. "Alright, fair enough."