White lines.
They stretch on into the darkness at the edge of the headlights reach.
The car is silent. Adver's mind wanders. His passenger stares into the blackness at the side of the car.
Dorge stirs... He seems to be staring at an undetermined point in space.
"Uhh...Ahh.... ACHOOOOOO!!"
Adver says nothing. Assaulting people with "Bless you"s after their nasal passages have just exploded is insufferable.
The white lines keep flowing, like that scene at the end of Terminator.
"Ahh.... uhhh... ACHOOOOO!!!"
Adver follows the lines. Maybe he should turn on the radio. Maybe there should be some sound other than the road and...
"ACHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
His hands tense upon the wheel. "Surely he knows the rule." He thinks.
"Uhh..."
His inner voice screams. Dont do it.
"Ahhh..."
DONT
"ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He jerks the wheel hard right. The car leaves the ground. They're in a free roll now. Adver maintains a hate stare throughout the whirlwind of blood and metal. Dorge is... Is he... Laughing?
Adver startles awake at the sound of a passing truck. Fallen asleep at the rest area. Dorge is walking toward the car.
"Did...Did they have any coffee?" Adver mumbles.
"Nothing." Dorge says, "They had some chips though. Sea salt and black pepper. These are going to make me sneeze like crazy."
Adver's eyes narrow.
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