The End
Guy’s mom tapped the steering wheel with her index finger. She stopped after a few seconds and looked at the radio. She had given up on it hours ago, unable to find anything worth listening to. She adjusted the rearview mirror for the tenth time, then checked the gas gauge again. Finally, she leaned over the steering wheel and looked up through the windshield into the general direction where she had watched the ship take her son into the sky.
“Do you think they’ll be back soon?” she asked.
“I hope so,” Exact Change Kid replied. “I have to go to the bathroom.”