[They ride in silence, letting the noise of the road be enough as they move along. It's nice to just quietly hold onto him and admire the scenery as they blur past. She falls asleep once or twice, never for very long. It leaves her hoping that she'll be able to hang in there until they get to New Orleans.

But eventually she really starts to ache, and exhaustion settles in. They've definitely made it a couple of hours, maybe even a little longer than that. She has no idea what state they're in, but the stretch of road they're on is deserted. No small towns, no rest stops. Nothing but lots of land and trees.]

Hey, Johnnie? I think I need to stop. Do you think we could just find somewhere to rest outside? I don't want to keep driving until we find a motel.

[She's guessing that might take a while. Which is fine, if that's what he wants to do. But he doesn't have to just for her.]