Whoa, hey -

[He doesn't want to laugh at her stumbling, but he's totally laughing. He drops the kickstand with his toe and goes to help her up, but she's already managing it herself - still, she can have a hand up for moral support.]

Aw, well, thanks, baby girl. I'm real glad we both get to exist at the same time.

[Snickering, he folds that kickstand back up and carries on down the road. Annoyingly, the farther they get from town here, the rockier it gets. But what choice do they have but to press on?

Somewhere in the distance, a train whistles - the sign of one departing from the station behind them, or arriving? He's not going to give it any of his attention. Fuck that train.

It's another twenty minutes' walk before he sees something promising - the road joins up with a dry riverbed, mostly dust. The pebbles at the bottom will still suck, but it's wider, with more room to maneuver around them. He stops and has a look, turning the handlebars of the bike to shine the headlight down the river of sand.]

Might work? I dunno. An' even if it does, it might not drop us on a road, that might still be a river in our time, or whenever. Wanna try it anyway?