Brandon woke me up before one in the morning. I'd fallen asleep after our last stop at a gas station, at about ten. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was hot in the car.
"Where are we?" I muttered.
"Close," said Kujo from the backseat.
"Almost there," Brandon replied, handing me his phone ready to make a call. "Dial Brett to let him know we're five minutes away from Spring City."
I did. It was the first time I talked to this guy, and when I introduced myself, he seemed to have a whole lot of questions. Brandon heard him and signaled me to hold the phone between us on speaker.
"Hey, Brett, we're almost there. You'll see yourself in a few minutes. Did you get any psychic or medium to be there with you?"
"I'm a sensitive, Brandon, don't you remember?"
"Sorry, man. It's been a while and a thousand places. See you in ten."
