"I guess Timmy wanted to say goodbye to you," MacKenzie chimed as their car sped down the highway.

"It ain't any sense to go back to the house. That's a couple hours north."

"Oh yeah I know. I'm just saying Sparrow said so on the phone."

"I swore she was gonna stay another night at her motel."

"Wanted to get home, I guess." MacKenzie held Roys hand. "At least she witnessed our vows."

Roy smiled. "She sure did, didn't she."

The roads seemed to go on for an infinity. Roy had lost track of the miles and distance. His eyes focused ahead on the blurry snow covered highway, void of all life and other cars. In fact, it seemed to be they were the only ones traveling as the day turned into night.

He would occasionally glance at his wife, who seemed nothing but happy to be on another impossibly long car ride. Her feet were propped up on the dashboard as she put her head back and closed her eyes, oblivious to Roy's growing anxiety that they wouldn't find a roadside motel quick enough before the roads became too slick with ice.

Hours upon hours.

Roy often found himself fast asleep as he was awake. He was wandering throughout his daily consciousness in a dream-like haze. He craved drugs, but he also craved stability. He craved a home, even though it seemed he was constantly running away from it. There was no place like home, but there was no home.

"I'm hungry," MacKenzie said, occupied with braiding a strand of her hair. "Can we stop somewhere?"

"Let's find a motel first, okay?"

MacKenzie nodded, but Roys eyes were on the road. "I like traveling with you."

"You have yourself to thank. I wouldn't be driving, would I? Without you? Right?"

Hate to break it to you but its out of my control
Forces go to work while we are sleeping

If I could attack with a more sensible approach
Obviously that's what I'd be doing

RIGHT!

"Roy!"

Instantaneously in the split hair of a second, the car hit black ice.

Like an unattended child's toy down a sidewalk it began to drift into the other lane Roy frantically slammed on the brakes, violently bashing his face into the steering wheel as the front of the car made love to a frozen mailbox.

Roy groaned as warm blood gushed out of his nose. His ears rang and his vision blurred as he gingerly touched the bridge of his nose.

NOT FUCKING AGAIN.

Why am I like this????

Fuck. FUCK. Okay. Keep your eyes open.

Roy massaged his temples, still rather in shock at his idiocy and quite disoriented from plowing face first into the steering wheel. From the drivers seat Roy could already tell the front of the car was TOTALED. All from one mailbox? Had he been driving that fast?

Roy's heart sank when he realized he hadn't even bothered to check on MacKenzie. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt. She never ever did, and it infuriated him yet he never bothered to comment.

The force of the crash knocked her into the windshield and back onto the floor of the front seat with her knees up to her chest. Blood pooled from a deep cut in her forehead and down her porcelain cheeks.

"K-Kenz? Uh...B-babe." He gently tousled her shoulder, but his heart stopped when she didn't respond. "L-listen to me, Kenz."

She had a pulse and she was ALIVE, but she was definitely knocked out. Should he move her? Roy didn't know how badly she had been hurt, and he didn't want to cause any more damage if there was any. It was getting colder. Faster.

Gravity picks favorites, I know it 'cause I saw

Roy opened the door and stuck his head out into the near blinding snow. The now destroyed mailbox was outside of an office building and several storage units, and all lights were off. Roy could see the beacon of a lamppost around a block down the road, and if he wasn't hallucinating, either an apartment building or a house, hopefully occupied.

Roy's heart ached on whether to leave MacKenzie or move her. And as he realized one of the wheels of his wheelchair was now broken, he groaned in frustration.

"FUCK."

I'm not going to fucking do this.

Blood dropped onto his hands as he took off his coat and carefully wrapped it around MacKenzie's shoulders.

"I'll be...I'll be right back," he said quietly.

It's only a few meters, right?