Chapter 8: Looking Forward

Wherever they were going, they were getting there a lot faster thanks to Ada and the Avatarmobile, but Sen still had no idea what their destination was. Hanjo and Ada had conferred about Hanjo's secret destination, but Sen was still out of the loop. He finally let his curiosity get the better of him.

"Please tell me where we're going," Sen begged. His only hope was that Ada would be more forthcoming. Hanjo's lips were sealed.

"Somewhere familiar," Ada hinted. "At least to your past life. It should help you connect with Korra. But it'll be more effective if it's a surprise."

Despite her advice, Sen still felt like guessing.

"Is it the pro-bending arena?"

It was not. It was also not Air Temple Island, the Spirit Portals, the South Pole, Sato Manor, or the one sushi stand with the pictures of Avatars, but they should probably go there sometime for a picture.

The only thing Ada and Hanjo would talk about was that it was past the Stark Road, a strip of road that winded through mountains, stretching out for such a distance that most satomobiles would run out of gas before even crossing it. It only existed for caravans and other long-duration trips, and was very sparsely travelled.

"The Gasoline Oasis is the last stop before we hit the Stark Road," Ada said. "It's a small business that sprung up just to serve travelers on this road. We can get gasoline and top off our supplies there, just to be safe."

The Avatarmobile was very fuel efficient, but even they'd need a spare gas tank to cross the whole road. Sen had raised the possibility of getting Gun to tunnel them through the mountains instead, but Hanjo and Ada were not willing to trust the satomobile to Gun's tunneling skills. Gun didn't seem to like the Avatarmobile much anyway. He refused to ride in it, preferring to tunnel alongside instead. He popped up now and then to huff angrily at the vehicle, but stayed underground otherwise. Sen didn't know how he could keep up travelling at these speeds for so long, but Gun seemed to be doing fine.

Even now Sen could see why they called it the Stark Road. The verdant evergreen forests of Zaofu province were giving way to scrub grass and small bushes. It wasn't quite as bad as the Siwong, but it was a fairly inhospitable landscape.

They found their way to the Gasoline Oasis after a few hours. It was a ramshackle building held together by rusty nails and prayers. Sen could practically smell the tetanus in the air. A few sketchy looking customers eyed the fancy chrome trimmings of the Avatarmobile, so Hanjo stayed with the vehicle while Sen and Ada got the necessary supplies.

"Do you have a phone, by any chance," Ada asked the elderly clerk. She shook her head, and Ada was clearly disappointed.

"You know, if you want, I could Astral Project myself to Canto and give him a message."

"Oh, that'd be great! Could you tell him-"

"Ada no," Sen said hastily. "That was joking. I can hardly earthbend."

Ada glared at him angrily. Sen put "the boyfriend" into his list of things that he could not joke about with Ada. He really didn't know what to do about her. Travelling with Hanjo and Gun had sort of happened organically, but Ada was different. She'd kind of come out of nowhere, and her violent entry into his life had left him with an awkward first impression. He figured talking business was a good place to start.

"So, do you think we'll encounter any trouble on the road?"

"Not likely," Ada said. "It's too desolate out there to support many bandit bases or large predators. The only thing we're liable to die of is boredom."

"I spent three weeks wandering the woods with only Hanjo for company," Sen said. "I can handle boredom."

Ada actually laughed at that. Sen was glad to hear her laugh. She was a normal person after all. Hopefully the two of them would become friends.

Hanjo stopped glaring at the sketchy people when Ada returned. She had swords, so there was no need to be intimidating when she was around. There were many kinds of people in the world, but all kinds agreed that large swords were to be avoided whenever convenient. They squeezed the supplies into the trunk and set off again. The road started getting very steep and very twisted within a mile or two. Ada took it slowly and carefully up the slopes.

"So, Ada tell me," Hanjo began. He put his feet up and Ada smacked them down. It didn't dissuade him. "What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what's going on in your life, overall? We know you have a boyfriend and you're a cool spy kind of girl, but what about the rest of your life? You're about the same age as me and Sen, but you're not an orphan like us."

"No, I'm not," Ada said. Zaofu was highly secure and very supportive of the Avatar; children had not been abandoned as frequently as they had been in the other provinces. Ada's parents had kept her despite the "risk" of her becoming the new Avatar. They had been a little relieved when she'd turned out a non-bender, though.

"You go to school or anything?"

"Not really," Ada replied. "If you're looking to find out what a normal life in Zaofu is like, you're probably asking the wrong person. I'm a black ops paramilitary agent, if you recall."

"You have a valid point," Hanjo said. "New question: What's it like being a black ops paramilitary agent?"

"Boring, until you two showed up. I spent all my days training. One time I tailed a Weaver to see what he was up to and make sure he didn't arrest anyone. I didn't do much else."

"What kind of secret agent are you?"

"A very special one. My unit was built exclusively to support you, Sen. Without you there, we didn't really have anything to do."

Ko Rin had organized the Ministers secret team into several groups, designating each with a specific duty. Ada had never met any agents outside her own small group, but she knew that there were teams focused on espionage, communication, and resource acquisition. Her group had been built specifically for the Avatar, acquiring resources for him and, in Ada's case, accompanying him and assuring his safety.

"How did you get a boyfriend in all the training and stuff?"

"Me and Canto worked together," Ada explained. "Eventually we decided to try something more. Ko Rin tried to separate us, at first, but we found workarounds, and he gave up."

"Please do go into detail about your courtship process," Hanjo asked sarcastically. "I'd like to know everything about how that guy managed to seduce you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Hanjo began to backpedal hard enough to win a bike race in reverse. When Ada was satisfied with his confused retraction, she told him to stop talking, which he gladly did. It was hard to keep Hanjo's mouth shut for long, though, and within an hour of driving he was back into the conversation. This time his topic of choice would be something more helpful, though.

"Have you tried doing any meditating, Sen? Slipping through the world, and all that."

"Not a whole lot. We've been on the move most of the time since I've known I was the Avatar, haven't we?"

Sen had yet to think about a long-term plan for himself. Right now his two big concerns were to learn Earthbending and not get killed by the Energybender. Everything else was a tertiary objective. Spirituality had barely occurred to him.

"Well, I figure since Ada's doing the driving and everyone here knows you're the Avatar," Hanjo explained. "Why don't you do that monk thing and try to get in touch with your spiritual side."

"Ko Rin gave me some lessons that might help you," Ada offered. "He says not to envision yourself travelling between the material and spirit worlds, but to recognize that you already are between them."

"That's a little better than 'do that monk thing', yeah," Sen joked. Hanjo was, naturally, offended.

"The roads a little rough ahead, so don't start just yet," Ada told him. "We'll reach a very smooth plateau soon, so you can try then."

Sen listened to her advice and waited. The Avatarmobile was soon jostled by a bumpy, poorly paved road, shortly before they began a climb up a steep incline, forcing Sen to lean side to side as the vehicles center of balance shifted. This took quite some time before the level of the road normalized and they were once again on flat ground.

It was pretty obvious why they called it the Stark Road now. Hanjo couldn't see even see the end of the road ahead. The flat expanse stretched outwards past the horizon, seeming to vanish into the sky far in the distance.

"Well, this looks…calming," Sen muttered.

"It's very sparse," Ada said, agreeing. "But, sometimes that helps the spirit. Airbenders used to live completely without possessions, you know."

Hanjo was glad he was an earthbender, then. He really liked stuff. Sen decided it was time to give meditation a try.

He closed his eyes and focused on Ada's earlier words, imagining himself in both worlds at once. He pictured familiar sights from the material plane; the corridors of Beaker Hall, the arching trees of the forests, and the skyscrapers of Zaofu whirring by as he rode the skyways. Then he imagined the spirit world. He'd never been there, so this was much harder. He remembered descriptions of it, though, and constructed an image of shimmering auroras in the sky, strange alien plants, and glowing spirits wandering through fields of pink grass.

He took a deep breath, exhaled, and found his mind wandering to an image of a great tree, its branches spreading further than his eyes could see. There was something like a cloud sitting at the bottom, but not a cloud. All of it was bathed in a blindingly brilliant light, like staring directly into the sun.

The satomobile jerked suddenly, tearing him abruptly from his vision. Back in the real world, he was highly disoriented, and it took him a minute to straighten out his head.

"What just happened," He said, blinking black spots from his eyes.

"Nothing," Hanjo snapped back.

"Ada?"

"Nothing."

In reality, Ada had accidentally run over a squirrelsnake, and panicked for a second, swerving slightly. Hanjo knew Sen was a bit of a softy and wouldn't like knowing about a dead animal, so he'd covered it up. Ada had just followed his lead.

"Did the meditating thing work," Hanjo asked, changing the subject as quickly as possible.

"Almost," Sen said. He could still picture the mysterious tree in his head. "Then 'nothing' happened."

"You're closer than you were before, at least," Ada said. "Did you see anything in particular?"

"A giant tree, with a stone cloud at the bottom."

"Was the tree old and twisted?"

"No, it was giant and healthy," Sen said. Thinking about it made his head hurt. "It had so many branches and leaves I couldn't even see them all. Everything was bright, too. There was light everywhere."

"I'm not familiar with it. The Tree of Time is very important to Avatars, but that doesn't sound like it."

"What about the thing at the bottom, the stone cloud," Hanjo asked.

"It doesn't match anything I've seen either," Ada said. "But my experience with the Spirit World is very limited."

"Have you been there?"

"Yes, Master Ko Rin took me through the Spirit Portal in Republic City once. It was a short visit, but he familiarized me with locations like the Tree of Time and Korra's Garden. I've never meditated across the planes like Sen can, of course."

"Is there a difference between going through the portals and meditating there," Sen asked. "Besides keeping your bending?"

"Yes. While entering through the portals, you keep your ability to bend, but you're bound by certain physical limitations like gravity and fatigue. Those who meditate across the planes have less, I would call it 'physicality'. They can travel great distances instantly, ignore barriers and obstacles, and manipulate spirit energy more directly. The stress of separation between body and soul usually kills the meditating one if they stay too long, though."

"I don't think I was really in the Spirit World," Sen concluded. "I could still feel myself breathing, and my heart beating."

"Perhaps the Avatar Spirit was guiding you," Ada suggested. "Showing you a potential destination for the future. Avatar's have exhibited the ability in the past."

"I'll keep it in mind if I see any giant trees," Sen said. "Right now it's just giving me a headache."

They were in the midst of the Stark Road now, as the sun vanished over the flat line of the eastern horizon. There was nothing to be seen but dusty road ahead and dusty road behind. They were all seated very close together, but every one of the three felt very alone. The pervasive quiet seeped into the vehicle, silencing all passengers for quite some time. Sen nursed his aching head, Ada thought of the future, and Hanjo wondered if he could paint a giant picture on the ground here and would someone in an airplane be able to see it.

Sen closed his eyes and gripped his temples, trying to shake off the headache his rude awakening had given him. It had been hours and he still made no progress clearing his mind. The more he tried to retrieve the mental image of the tree, the more his head hurt. He gave up entirely and suddenly found himself exhausted. Over time, he fell asleep completely.

"Do you think we should stop for the night? Better to wake him up now than shake him awake later."

Ada checked the fuel gauge. If they filled up in the morning, they'd have enough gas to cross the rest of the Stark Road. Now was as good a time as any to stop for the night.

She pulled into a flat clearing on the side of the road as Hanjo woke Sen. He wasn't too put off by being woken up, and he helped them all unpack their things. As they set up the camp, Gun emerged from the hillside and wandered over to the side of Sen's bedroll. He didn't seem bothered at all by the fact that he'd tunneled through miles of stone at a breakneck pace. Hanjo was impressed with the little guys' spirit, but he had to wonder if all badgermoles were like that or if Gun was special.

The Animal Guides presence seemed to lull Sen into an even more restful state, and he fell asleep before the other two had finished setting up their sleeping arrangement. They both stayed awake for a while yet. Ada tried to call Gun over to her, wanting to acquaint herself with the strange creature, but Gun refused her summons. Out of curiosity, Hanjo tried to do the same, and Gun wandered lazily to his side almost instantly. Ada was offended.

"Don't be like that," Hanjo said sleepily. "He thinks me and Sen are like him because we're earthbenders, and you're not one."

As an experiment, Ada started pushing nearby stones around with her hands, but Gun saw right through her charade, and scattered all the stones she was toying with. The badgermole huffed angrily and turned his back on Ada.

"Well, I really feel like part of the team," Ada grunted. Gun snorted derisively, sensing her frustration.

"Tell me about it," Hanjo said.

Ada looked at him expectantly, but he never offered an explanation. Hanjo rolled himself up in his sheets, enjoying the feeling of having something between him and the dirt, and fell asleep. Ada eventually joined them all in the land of dreams.

Hanjo woke the next morning, feeling refreshed. He'd been woken by the sounds of chewing, and assumed breakfast was started already. With a yawn and a stretch, he examined his surroundings. Breakfast was definitely not happening, because he was the only one awake, except for Gun, who was loudly chewing on something that was both crunchy and juicy at the same time. Hanjo let out a disgusted grunt and crawled out of his sleeping bag.

It was time to enjoy a real breakfast for the first time in weeks. He'd noticed bacon and bread in their food supplies and decided bacon and toast would be a good breakfast. He dug the food out and found the portable grill they'd been supplied and got cooking. Ada was woken by his rummaging and lazily sat up to observe the cooking process.

Hanjo had absolutely no idea if he was doing this right, but the first piece of bacon was palatable, so he handed some off to Ada to get a second opinion. She didn't spit it out, so he assumed he was doing well.

"Did you use the gas grill?"

"Yeah, I did," He said. Sudden realization dawned. "Oh no! Did I accidentally use up our extra gas and strand us out here?"

"What? No," Ada said sleepily. "We have plenty of gas."

Hanjo let out the longest sigh of his life. That had been the most stressful seven seconds of his life, or at least in the top ten. He'd had a lot of very stressful seven seconds lately.

"I just didn't know you knew how to work it," Ada said. She was managing to fall asleep while still eating. Hanjo would do the same thing if he could, but as he was sitting over a hit grill, sleeping now would end with a badly burned face, and he was too handsome to allow that to happen to himself.

He finished up with the bacon and started on toast. He set the first piece on fire, but the rest of it went fairly well, and Gun didn't seem to mind eating the bread after Hanjo had panicked, tossed it into the dirt, and stomped on it for five minutes.

"Hey Sen," Hanjo shouted. "Time to wake up, Avatar."

Sen didn't respond. Ada managed to overcome her sleepiness long enough to check on him. She let out a long, lazy 'hmm' as she watched over him.

"What's up with sleepyhead," Hanjo asked. He was really proud of his cooking, and wanted Sen to get a taste of it before it got cold.

"I think he's having some kind of spiritual experience," Ada said. She sounded more awake now. Sen was still sleeping like a stone. Ada held a hand over his mouth.

"His breathing and his heart are slow," Ada said, feeling his breath leave his mouth in slow, heavy gasps. "And he isn't responding to noise or contact."

Hanjo bent over his friend, staring at Sen's restful face. He was barely moving at all; even his breathing was shallow and still. Hanjo snapped his fingers in front of Sen's face a few times, and the Avatar did not respond.

"I think yesterday's meditation connected him to spiritual energy, and it overcame his mind in his sleep. He could be in contact with Raava herself for all we know."

"Well good for him," Hanjo said. "If he's been at it all night then he must have learned something useful."

"Yes, but its best we not wake him. He should wake on his own when he's done communing, and interrupting the link might harm him."

"Alright then." Hanjo bent over Sen's face. "Say hello to Korra for me, pal."

Hanjo popped into the comfortable seats of the Satomobile and lounged for an hour while he waited for Sen to wake. Ada, finally fully awake, started packing up the supplies that Hanjo had taken out. She didn't complain at all, so Hanjo assumed it was a fair division of labor. He cooked, she cleaned, like an old married couple except they were both young and not married. Gun occasionally dove into the ground to fetch some food for himself, but he always returned quickly. The Badgermole seemed upset that they weren't on the move. Ada topped off the gas tank, preparing them for the day's drive, and then joined Hanjo in the Avatarmobile as they waited.

After the third hour of waiting for Sen to wake up, Hanjo got a little impatient. He stomped over to Sen and examined his still unmoving body. Ada tried to pull him away. Gun was lounging near Sen's motionless body, chewing on some insect he'd pulled out of the ground. The badgermole finished devouring the torso, and then spat the head to the side, into a pile of similar heads. He'd been hunting those for a while, apparently.

"We're wasting a lot of time with this," Hanjo grunted. "Are you sure we can't wake him up?"

"We shouldn't," Ada said. "Depending on what kind of vision he's having, we may not need to go to your destination at all. He might even be seeing something that will lead us to an earthbending master for you two."

The sounds of Gun's chewing started to get on Hanjo's already tense nerves, stretched to their limits by Sen's' unconsciousness and Ada's know it all behavior about spirit stuff. He turned to tell the badgermole off just in time to see him spit another head to the side.

Why would Gun eat the whole bug except the head, Hanjo thought. He'd eat scorched, dust-coated bread, but not the head of a bug? Why would he suddenly be picky about his meals? There had to be something different about those bugs, and something had to have happened for Gun to be afraid of their heads.

Hanjo knelt down on the ground beside Sen's sleeping bag and pulled him forcefully out of it. Ada tried to stop him, but he kept pulling. Sen didn't seem to respond to being tugged around. His arm hung limply as Hanjo pulled it to the side and rolled up his sleeve.

One of the massive ant creatures flopped out of Sen's shirtsleeve. Large red welts were spread up and down Sen's arm, and some were oozing yellowish pus. Ada screamed.

Hanjo ripped the head off the ant creature and held it in his palm. It was a perfect match for the insects Gun had been hunting all morning.

"Do you have some kind of field guide," Hanjo asked Ada hurriedly. "We need to find out what this is, now."

Ada dove into their supply bags, finding the books she'd stashed at the bottom. After a few minutes of frantic flipping through pages, she found the section about insects. She carefully proceeded through it until she found a picture that matched the ant creature.

"It's a Witherroot Ant," She recited. "It only eats the roots of a poisonous plant, so its fangs are covered in toxic juices that can cause paralysis."

"Is it lethal?"

"It says not directly…" Ada read. "But if it's left untreated for too long, the bite might get so infected it causes other problems."

Hanjo looked at the swollen arm of his friend. They couldn't afford a risk like that.

"Is there some kind of remedy?"

"There's nothing natural," Ada said. "But it can be treated with medical antiseptics and sanitizers. We have some of those."

Ada handed the book off to Hanjo while she retrieved the medical supplies. Gun started sniffing at Sen's wounds. He whimpered unhappily as he smelled sickness coming from his master. He went to Hanjo to be comforted, but Hanjo was too busy reading everything the guide book had to say about the Witherroot Ant.

The toxins they were covered in weren't particularly dangerous or fast moving, but the book noted that delaying treatment would increase the danger, and thanks to Ada's preoccupation with spiritual shenanigans, they'd done just that. Hopefully they had enough supplies to reverse the damage time had caused.

Ada returned, ready to work, and she didn't waste any time cleaning Sen's wounds and treating them with the antiseptics. To Hanjo, it looked like things were going fairly well, but Ada sighed occasionally, which lowered his hopes. After a period of repeatedly cleaning the bites and then wrapping them in bandages, Ada looked like she was finally done. Hanjo immediately asked what the verdict was.

"He's okay for now," Ada said. "But I think the poison is still in his blood. It'll come back later."

"We need to get him to a professional," Hanjo stated. "There's a town just on the other side of this road, right?"

"Close enough. Let's move."

They unceremoniously deposited Sen into the back seat of the car and strapped him in. With their supplies packed up, they departed down the Stark Road again.

"From what I read, it sounds like we have plenty of time to get him to a doctor, right? Everything will be fine."

Ada said nothing. Hanjo didn't have to think much to guess what she was going through. If she hadn't insisted on leaving Sen alone, they might have caught the infection much earlier and been able to prevent it entirely. They had spent hours expecting him to be doing some kind of Avatar thing, and now they were wasting hours on the drive. It was past noon by the time Ada finally said what was on her mind.

"I'm sorry about this," She said. "It's all my fault, me and my big stupid mouth. 'Oh, he's meditating, of course he isn't dying', I'm an idiot."

"Eh, you screwed up," Hanjo said. "We'll deal with it. It's not like he's going to die."

Ada didn't even want to think about Sen dying. She'd hardly been travelling with him for three days; if she got the Avatar killed in that little time she'd go down as history's biggest idiot. Luckily that was a remote possibility. She could never undo her stupid mistake, but she could make sure no one faced any consequences. Hopefully Sen would forgive her.

"Everyone screws up at one time or another, even Sen," Hanjo continued. "But none of us are dead, so it all works out. You can make as many mistakes as you want, as long as you fix them all."

Ada was surprised at how wise Hanjo could be. If he had a more poetic vocabulary and a less smug tone, he'd sound a lot like Ko Rin.

An hour later, Sen finally overcame the paralytic effects of the Witherroot toxin. He was initially panicked and incoherent, but Hanjo talked him into settling down and eating something to recover his strength. After taking a few deep breaths and eating a meal, Sen was more like his usual self, but the toxin had affected him in more than one way.

"I could still think," Sen said, grasping at his head. "I couldn't call for help, or open my eyes, or feel if it was still biting me. I could still think."

Sen fell into silence, and Hanjo and Ada let him have his moment of contemplation. He examined the bandages on his arm and the red, inflamed skin that was peeking out around the edges. He had more to say, but he didn't know if he should tell his companions. During his paralysis he had experienced strange, nightmarish visions, like white masks staring at him and the feelings of metal bindings on his wrist. Sen tried to strike up conversation, ask what had happened while he'd been out, but any discussions that happened seemed awkward and forced, and they failed to take his mind off the nightmares. Sen gave up and tried to get some actual sleep. His prior unconsciousness had not been restful in any way, and he felt Sen had fallen asleep again, Hanjo and Ada tried to have a conversation about his well-being.

"He seemed alright to me," Hanjo said. "He wasn't rambling or slurring or anything."

"I don't think it's that kind of toxin," Ada countered. "But you're right. He seems fairly healthy, all things considered."

"Still, did you notice that he was, I don't know, a little off tone?"

"I don't know what you mean," Ada said.

"He usually doesn't talk like he was," Hanjo said. "There was something off about him. Like he didn't really want to say the things he was saying."

"I haven't known him long enough to say," Ada said. "But it wouldn't surprise me. Paralysis can be traumatizing."

"I think there's something else going on here," Hanjo said suspiciously. He stared at his sleeping friend. Sen wasn't exactly snoozing peacefully; he tossed and turned in his sleep, and you could see his eyelids shift as his eyes darted restlessly. Something more than the pain was troubling him.

"I'll trust your judgment, Hanjo," Ada said. "But it'll be up to Sen to tell us more."

Hanjo had a hunch that they weren't going to be told anytime soon. They were still hours away from medical care, and they had little to do to pass the time except worry about Sen. Ko Rin really should've packed a deck of cards in his Avatar Survival Kit, Hanjo thought.

After a few hours they reached the downhill slope of the Stark Road, a sure sign that they were getting closer to the end of the drive. There were still no signs of civilization, though. Hanjo peered down the side of the mountain they were driving on. Smoke from campfires was visible in the distance. Hanjo checked the map and found no sign of civilization on this stretch of road. He conferred with Ada about it and she agreed with his initial assessment; ambush. Bandits camping out at the side of the road to waylay travelers just coming off the Stark Road.

They both resolved to speed through the ambush site as quickly as possible, but life, and Sen's stomach, had other plans. Exactly as they were driving through the most treacherous stretch of road, Sen suddenly awoke with a violent groan and declared that he needed to throw up. After a short, intense debate, Ada agreed to stop the vehicle.

"You've got those fancy swords," Hanjo assured her. "We can handle anything that comes our way."

She was not so sure. She had a strange feeling about the trees, like someone was watching them from within the branches. Once he had gotten over his intense nausea, Sen agreed with her. She took the ailing Avatar by his shoulder and led him cautiously back to the vehicle.

"Come on, let's get you to a doctor," she said. She saw flickering movement in the branches, but nothing came of it. She and Sen returned to the vehicle and departed quickly.

No sooner had they left than a young man descended from the trees, examining the road they had driven down. He and his bandit comrades had been intending to rob the lot of them, but the young man had changed his mind when he'd seen Sen's sickened state, something his minions were none too happy about.

"That looked like the biggest score in weeks, Suda," One of them declared, likewise dropping from the treetops. Suda used his metalbending to create zipline paths through the trees, allowing he and his comrades to move through the treetops stealthily. A few dozen more bandits descended from the trees, complaining to the young boss.

"That boy was sick," Suda stated. "Robbing him now might have gotten him killed."

"But it would've fed us like kings for weeks," one bandit protested.

"We'll have plenty of time to rob them later," Suda declared. "Follow them into town, let them find a doctor, then take everything. I want a ride in that fancy satomobile of theirs."