"Let me go," Ms. A said as she sat back up and put both hands on the steering wheel.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"With you."

"Where?"

"Wherever it is you and Cynthia are going."

"Why even..."

"bother? It works. We work. I can imagine it happening, so now's your big chance. You can take me. You can tackle me with all of your problems. Force me to the ground and give me a rough idea of where it is you're going. Besides, I'm totally upgradable."