The Unknown: The Red Line.
  There is an ashtray beneath the radio. There may be a map in the glove compartment. I think we missed our turnoff. I will stop and get more coffee. There are empty bottles and wrappers on the floor. I will drive until sunrise and then I will awaken Scott or William. I will then expect to be allowed to sleep in the backseat as I have not had that privilege for some many miles. There is a smell but we are used to it. There are deer on the road and meteors in the night sky.

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