Like I said, I don’t remember much.
I don’t remember who towed her back, still alive, barely.
But I do remember that some sort of poltergeisty thing was responsible for that reddish glow to her bodywork. Billy said it was because she got too close to the light. Whatever that means. It did fade after a few days.
I also know that most of us were so shell-shocked from the experience that we spent the next couple of days in quiet, towing the Ark.
We made the best progress ever during that silence, all pulling with all our TORQUE.
That silence that was finally broken one night, East of Santa Clarita. Lemmy went on a bender, found a stash cans, and woke the caravan up with the aroma of a most proper English breakfast.
