Trisha picks herself up out of the dirt and travels down the road for another hour, until night falls and rain threatens. She finds a thick clump of trees beside the road, and unshoulders her pack, prepared to spend a rainy night in their shelter. As thunder rumbles overhead, she spots something on the right side of the road. It is an abandoned truck cab, overgrown with ferns. Enthralled at this evidence of humanity, she takes a branch and pokes it through the broken windshield at the seat of the cab. Dust and a flood of chipmunks rises up from the seat, escaping out into the night. She tries to make a joke to the retreating chipmunks, but her resulting laughter provokes another coughing fit. The deep cough changes Trisha's mind about spending.....
