The land of Nod wasn't so hard to find with Jesus behind the wheel. Well, technically, tweenage Yeshua was sitting shotgun, doing Sudoku. With my petersword wedged into the ignition of Christ's favorite 1985 Yugo, which were apparently plentiful in Limbo – a repository for forgotten things like horrible cars - we were cruising down the celestial highway. Yeshua periodically reassured me the Yugo's engine wouldn't explode:
"See, I tinkered with it for a couple decades, blessed the wheels, then got myself a solid vehicle," he explained. "When it comes to cars, there's nothing more poetic than a Yugo."
"Will I be back in time for classes?"
Yeshua kicked his feet up on the dashboard. "Time is inconsequential when you're riding the galactic freeway. Don't worry, Shana. I can call you that, right? Means beautiful. You look just like my favorite disciple. Bloodline of Solomon and all."
