You think I'd forget? Heh. Just keepin' my fingers crossed.

[There's nothing to do but drive and see if they make it to his year. He's not betting on it, what's one year out of centuries? He tries not to hope too hard either, just because the odds seem pretty poor. But, fuck, it would be real nice to get lucky.

He waits as she fiddles with the goggles strap, then fires up the engine. Time to drive.

This part of Texas is really barren in almost all times, it seems like. Aside from a handful of tiny towns in various states of near-nonexistence, it's hours before they get anywhere that looks like civilization, but soon they start seeing highway signs for Austin, and then after that, the blinking lights of the city outskirts.]

How you doin' back there? I think we still have another two hours to San Antonio from here if the roads stay good.