[It's really hard to keep in the tiny sound of disappointment. She's so tired, but knows that he can't do this on his own. She's got to woman up and be strong, and pull her weight.]

I'll clear the debris first.

[She wants to watch how he drives in these conditions, see how he applies the brakes and gas so she can try to copy it when it's her turn. Besides, she'll need to do the heavy lifting while she's still got some adrenaline left and some strength in her. She's going to quickly reach a point where she's too tired to be much use other than driving, so it's smart to get the lifting portion of things out of the way now.

As he slowly moves up ahead, she hops off the back of the bike to jog ahead and clear the road as best as she can. Some stuff is really heavy, but she's able to get it moved enough that he can slowly swerve around.

Rather than hopping right on the bike, she has to walk for what feels like miles, clearing things so they can keep progressing forward. It would be easy to sulk about having to do so much work, but instead she tries to make conversation. ]

What year do you think the tornado dropped us in? It's hard to tell looking at the people we've seen.