The Toyota seemed to steer itself into the parking lot of a local ice cream bar. I was going to need some Hot Fudge and whipped cream to help me digest some of these distasteful truths. The coffee was bitter here, but I ordered one anyway. I needed all the awake it could provide me after the ordeal I had just endured. I should have said fuck you from the start. It wasn't until the third hour, that I began to recognize that perhaps some of my notions WEREN'T a fantasy I had secretly spun in my head to make myself feel important. I realized I might actually be in a little danger. Up until today, I had always managed somehow, to instinctively slide away from harm. Maybe I still can, I thought optimistically. I always have before. Well...mostly.