Not having a license, Namjoon's father ended up driving the RV home that night. Namjoon's parents had gone inside shortly after the monstrosity was parked, leaving Namjoon to stand in the driveway and stare at his inheritance. He found himself still waiting to see if this was all some sort of prank. Maybe his grandfather had locked his money inside. Namjoon flipped the palm of his hand open to look at the key before casting his eyes back to look at the RV. He supposed the only way to find out would be to open it up.

Walking over to it, there were two ratty white ladder like steps that led up to the door. Namjoon felt as if they were going to give out underneath him as he stepped onto them to reach the door. He shoved the key in the door lock, having to force it to turn enough to be able to throw his body against it and open it.

The minute that Namjoon stumbled into the darkened interior, he was assaulted by the scents of mildew and mold. He threw an arm over his mouth as he stumbled towards the small window directly in front of him over the kitchen sink. As the window opened, the cool night air rushed in and alleviated some of the scent. A lot of the unpleasant aroma still lingered in the air. It was like what happened when one got sprayed by a skunk. Like that, it would take a while for the smell to truly go away.

Turning away from the window, Namjoon tried to look for the light switch. It took him a moment to find it, but when he finally did, he flicked it on. He heard a housefly buzz in an irritated fashion as it darted past his head and back towards the unmade bed at the back of the RV. This RV was the complete opposite of the grandfather that Namjoon had always known. The grandfather he had been raised around was an academic that was orderly with everything in his life. This RV looked like it had taken part in several raves. Namjoon had never seen so much disorder in all his life.

As he dug out his cell phone with his free hand, he turned the flashlight app on to shine it about to take all the carnage in that the overhead light wasn't illuminating. Namjoon walked past the narrow hallway where a shower and toilet were situated to his left and some sort of storage closet to his right. At the very back of the RV was the unmade bed. It smelled less like mold back there and more like his grandfather. It was just evidence to Namjoon that his grandfather had indeed been in this RV at one point in his life. He swept the flashlight beam over the bed, pausing it as the corner of a book became visible underneath the twisted sheets. Just as he was about to reach for it, he heard an all too familiar chuckle behind him.

"You have such a ripe inheritance, Namjoonie."

Namjoon stood back upright. Hajoon had entered the RV while he had been out back in the bedroom area and was standing by the open window above the sink. He wasn't currently looking at Namjoon as he instead stared at the lopsided cans littering the countertop in the kitchen area.

"Perhaps you inherited a science experiment."

"What do you want, Hajoon?" asked Namjoon.

"I just wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine," said Namjoon as he walked over to Hajoon and nearly went head over heels as he tripped on some sort of phone book that had been left on the ground.

"You seem like it."

"Please leave," snapped Namjoon. "I put up with you for the reading of the will, but I don't need to now."

"Fine. I feel like I need to go take a shower now anyway," said Hajoon as he moved to leave the RV. "Maybe even a few."

Namjoon watched Hajoon disappear back out of the RV, hearing him laugh to himself as he faded away into the night. He hated the fact that this inheritance was making it so his brother still viewed him as some sort of loser. Looking around him again, Namjoon decided that he wouldn't let the deck be dealt that way this time. He would make something of this crappy inheritance yet.

- - -

A fifth trash bag flew out the door of the RV and hit the pavement as Namjoon took a look at the now visible RV floor. After having gotten a good night's sleep the night before after looking over his inheritance for the first time, Namjoon had woken up ready to embrace the day. He was bound and determine to clean the RV up and see what his grandfather found so special about it. Now that he had gotten rid of all of the trash and had cleaned things up a bit, he could actually see more of the features that had been hidden the night before. It was obvious that it still needed a lot of TLC in order to be of any sort of use, but at least he could see exactly what it was he needed to salvage.

Walking over to the small kitchen area that spanned a third of the wall, he began to take stock of what was and what wasn't working. He moved from the kitchen to the small booth like table before down the narrow hall that led to the bedroom area. His eyes went towards the bed that was now made; the book that had held his interest prior resting neatly on top of the bedspread. When Namjoon had made the bed earlier in the morning, he had discovered that the book was actually a journal from his grandfather.

Sinking down to have a seat on the edge of the bed, Namjoon moved to pick up the journal in his hands and open it. Tumbling out from the pages almost immediately was a photo. Namjoon watched it flutter down onto the ground at his feet, bending over to scoop up the weathered photo in his hands. It was the same photo of him and his grandfather that he had seen in his office during the reading of the will. He couldn't help the soft smile that came to his face when he saw it, flipping it over to see his grandfather's elegant writing on the back that noted the date of the photo and where it was taken.

"I wish I understood why you gave me this RV..." whispered Namjoon as he got up with the journal.

Namjoon moved back towards the front of the RV near the steering wheel, taking a seat behind it as his eyes continued to look through his grandfather's journal. Each page contained only about a paragraph or so and seemed to be written snapshots of different events in his grandfather's life that he enjoyed. As Namjoon began to reach the last few pages of the journal, he could clearly see where his grandfather's health was starting to decline. The paragraphs were more imaginative in nature. His eyes paused on an odd series of sentences that decorated the last few pages; each sentence on its own page.

"The artist's work was cracked, decayed, and becoming forgotten. In my struggle to show him his worth, I lost him."

"As the ship sailed away beyond the horizon and out of sight in the setting sun, I thought again about how I lost him."

"The stars were numerous in the skies above; too numerous to count. Even though it should have been beautiful, all I could think was I lost him."

"He thought he was a failure for forging a different path, hiding himself in the shadows because of it. I tried to convince him otherwise - but in the end - I lost him."

Namjoon started to feel guilty. Was he the 'him' his grandfather was referring to? Namjoon knew he hadn't been able to visit his grandfather much during the last few years of his life. Maybe those sentences were his way of saying he missed Namjoon.

He began to feel guilty as he shut the journal and placed it on the dashboard with the photo. His eyes immediately began to look over the buttons that littered the dashboard when he leaned back again. Even though he had never driven a car before - let alone an RV - he felt like there were more buttons on the dashboard than normal. Some of them even had homemade label stickers stuck above them. Like the end of the journal, none of the label stickers seemed to make sense.

Namjoon slipped a hand into his pocket for the key to the RV, turning it over and over in his fingers. Sighing, he eventually leaned forward to stick it in the ignition and turn it on. He doubted that the junky RV would come to life and his eyes widened in surprise when it did. A GPS looking monitor attached to the dashboard flicked on as the RV around him rumbled to life. Namjoon watched the monitor turn lime green before a straight blue line went horizontally across the whole screen.

"Hello passenger!"

Namjoon jumped in his seat at the sudden omnipresent voice, watching the straight blue line begin to zig-zag when the talking had started. Was the RV talking to him? When Namjoon just continued gaping at the RV, the talking started again.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?...Who are you?" he asked as he turned his head to look about him. He wouldn't put it past Hajoon to have snuck into the RV when he left last night and install some sort of camera to try and punk him.

Getting up from where he was sitting, Namjoon turned his eyes up to the roof of the RV, looking at all the odd crevices where a hidden camera could be placed.

"What are you doing?" asked the voice.

"I'm looking for the camera that you hid, Hajoon."

"I'm not Hajoon."

"Well, I know that because you don't sound like him, but you must be someone he hired."

"I am not. My name is HOBI."

"HOBI?"

"It stands for 'Helpfully Operational and Beneficial Interface'."

"Who came up with that acronym?" asked Namjoon with a huff as he looked back towards the monitor.

"I don't know. You don't like it?"

"No, it's fine..." said Namjoon. He couldn't believe he was having a conversation with an RV.

"Well that's good to hear - but I ask again - who are you? I need you to identify yourself or I'll be forced to initiate the onboard security protocol known as SUGA."

"SUGA?"

"Yes. It stands for 'Secure and Uncompromising Guardian Application'."

"Seriously who is naming all this stuff? Hajoon, I thought you were better than that."

"Sir, you have one more chance before I initiate SUGA..."

"My name is Namjoon," he said finally.

The monitor fell silent for a moment and Namjoon thought for sure then that it definitely was all a prank until it spoke again.

"We've been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" asked Namjoon.

"Yes. Your grandfather told us you'd come."

Before Namjoon could reply again, he jumped when the RV door slammed shut and locked; the engine seeming to rev to life. Panicked, Namjoon moved back to the driver's seat, trying to twist the key free from the ignition without success.

What the heck was happening?!