Jason took over driving after the fourth hour.  Phil was exhausted from the hike earlier in the day, and the load of fast food he was currently processing probably didn’t help.  He was sure the man was dead to the world when he belched, scratched his belly, and sat up.

“How long I been out?”  He rubbed sleep from his eyes, and blinked them to clear his vision.

“About an hour.”  Holy crap!  “Dude, crack a window or something.”

“Yeah.  Sorry ‘bout that.”  Phil grinned, depressed the window button, and a roar of fresh air filled the cabin.  “Where are we?”

“Somewhere on I70 about to cross the border into Kansas.”  Jason yawned.  “I don’t know about you, but I&rs...

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