​The sun was burning bright. It wasn't. Doing anything fancy. It just kept burning.​CHUG-CHUG-CHUG.​The sound of the radiator block in our sedan was humming along. It was a second-hand block and it was making a nice noise. We were driving down a road and it was the only sound we needed. It wasn't a beat from a book or a machine. It was a car running on real gasoline moving down the road. The tires weren't getting stuck in the mist.​My arm was in the sun. It was warm. The gray lines on my forearm were just plain skin now. They were a bit rough. They were silent. The sun was hot. It was noon.​"Where are we going next?" Maeve asked. She was sitting in the passenger seat. Her boots were on the dashboard. She was looking out the window at the palm trees.​"Wherever the road takes us " I said. My hand was on the wheel. I was just driving.​The dashboard wasn't showing us any coordinates. The radio wasn't playing any warnings. We didn't have any suspense or drama. The writer had stopped