We've been driving for probably a few hours since that crazy situation with those TSA agents, and we were all in shock from what had happened back there. But now we were just so exhausted that we just wanted to stop somewhere and get some rest. Or at least I did.
Greg seemed fine, as if nothing had happened. But I knew that he had to be feeling something more than just okay about the situation right now. He had to be feeling something very strong for it to affect him like this right now. Maybe he isn't showing it or maybe he is, but he was probably scared to death right now like me and everyone else in this car right now.
"So what do we need to do now?" Greg asked, as he looked at me with his eyes open wide with a slight expression of fear.
I just stared at him with a blank look on my face for a moment as I tried to figure out what to say at this moment.
