Lucy started watching the rainbows inside her eyelids. Her stomach began to growl.
She squeezed her legs tighter to her chest, thinking about how her grandmother used to eat onions like apples.
Onion Rings would be awesome right about now. She smiled, seeing Onion Rings inside her eyelids now. With ketchup.
After a few minutes, the endorphins of imaginary eating began to kick in. The adrenaline fate left her nervous system ready for a crash.
She hugged her knees, smiled, and fell asleep.
Approximately nine minutes later Jay climbed into the cab, paused to wave at thirty television crews below, and buckled himself into the driver's seat.
He closed his eyes.
Sigh.
Grasping a hand-sized key with white knuckles, Jay said a prayer and almost strained a muscle trying to start the engine. It came to life with a lurch, a grind, a squeal, and a splat, the latter two being Lucy, bluntly awoken from her nap and thrown into the floorboard behind Jay's seat.
He slammed on the brakes.
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