A long, straight stretch of highway and an old favorite had just started on the radio. Vestibule cranked it up, but still couldn't hear it. "All right you guys! Quit it!" She screamed to the trio of passengers in the car. A bunch of old dogs she had hooked up with a couple of years before. They were fighting over the last joint. Supplies were low. They had been playing the bars for months but it had been weeks since they had last seen a check. "Quit it right now or I'm stopping the car!" "No quitting, no stopping, no looking back chick!" Time screamed back in his deep manly voice. Vestibule could see Intuition in the front seat next to her getting ready to make a dive for Monkey, who was laughing and rolling around on his side of the back seat because he had the joint. She let go of the wheel, reached behind her, and snatched it away from him. Then she threw it out the window. "Don't worry, we'll get a new stash." She said to the hard looks she was getting. "You guys suck. This isn't fun anymore. I'm quitting." Intuition whined to the sullen mood. "No quitting, no stopping, no looking back!" Time ranted to nobody but himself. "Isn't ironic, don't you think?" Vestibule sang loudly, ignoring them both. Then she slammed on the brakes because there was this guy on the side of the road waving at them to stop. "Suit!" Shrieked Monkey. "Don't stop!" Screamed Time. "It's a trap!" Scolded Intuition. "Come on guys," Vestibule said, "We've been lost for hours. We can make a quick stop to ask for directions." The guy outside came timidly over to Vestibule's open window. The guys inside growled like a pack of rotties. "Don't mind the mutts." She told the guy outside, "We're lost." "Are you looking for Jesus?" The guy asked. "Oh no, Religious Right!" Vestibule shrieked, "You better know we have friends in the White House!" "We're basically Satan worshipers." Intuition stated. "Morally ambiguous." Time corrected. "A bunch of dumb asses." Monkey said exuberantly. "All of the above." Vestibule smilingly said. "Well, you'll always be lost unless you find Jesus." The guy said. "I found It." Monkey exclaimed. "What? Religion?" Vestibule asked. "No, the rear view mirror." Monkey said handing it to her. "No quitting, no stopping, no looking back!" Vestibule called, throwing the mirror out the window at the guy. She stepped on the gas. Off they went, Vestibule, Time, Intuition, and Monkey down the highway towards their destination . . . The End.