Rumbling, chugging, sliding along.
The old pickup has seen plenty of years.
Pulling down a rearview mirror, checking behind.
No one's here on this lonely stretch of highway.
"We should've stopped for breakfast."
Correction. No one that he wants is here.
"C'mon, Jet. What's so important you drug me out in the middle of nowhere?"
He doesn't answer at first; instead, he turns up the radio.
A huff, she turns and looks out the window.
"I hate this." He looks from the corner of his eye. "What?"
"You know, this. Just sitting here, with nothing around-"
"Shut up." She squawks in anger as he pulls into a lone driveway.
"How dare you!" He gets out, goes around, opens her door.
"I want to show you something."
He covers her eyes, leads her to the edge, uncovers them.
Millions of stars fill her vision.
"It was worth the drive."