A pile-up on the 210.
a portal to another place.
a journey to save her dying mother.
“Listen,” said Eunice. “You said you'd help me.”
“I am helping you.”
“Yeah, but…” Eunice wheezed. “You talk in riddles. Can’t you just give me a straight answer?”
“My answers only seem like riddles to you because you’ve spent so much of your life avoiding the answers.”
This random pick on the last day of the year is looking like a perfect-for-me choice.