They’d pulled up by the motel the night before, after days and days on lonely desert roads under the scorching sun. They were both driving, both on journeys with no destination and they had both pulled up at the motel when they could drive no more. They both knew the journey would be different from now on but they were certain they had to keep driving. They didn’t know where they were going, but they knew they weren’t there yet. All they knew was they had to keep driving.
