Jenny has always been a firm believer in driving therapy.
There's been too much sitting around. Sitting, talking, crying. She needs to be moving. To be moving on.
She invites all her friends— the ones still on the planet, at least— to come with.
Sadie's the only who accepts.
Good. Judging by the red 'round her eyes, she needs this too.
It seems to be an unspoken agreement not to talk about what happened. Instead, they speed past corn fields, discussing everything and anything else— music, colleges, food, clothes, favourite movies.
By the end, both of them are actually smiling.