It was something. It was huge. It meant she had to wrap her arms around him and stand here, for a long time, listening to the night air and holding him close.

Then there was traveling further down the road, and setting up camp for the night, and she tried to insist there should be ghost stories of some variety, because what sort of campfire was there without ghost stories?

In the morning, they were on the road again.

"Okay, so ..." She glanced around. "Where is the farm, anyway? I mean, you know where we're going, right?"

Gaia had lots of GPS stuff. Problem was, most of it seemed to be offline.