Ellen curled up in the passenger seat, her heels just hanging off the edge of the seat, knees pressed against the dashboard. She didn't fit there quite as easily as she had when she was 12, but it was comforting nonetheless.
"Carnival?" She cocked her head. "Didn't know there was one. And uh..." She frowned. "Somewhere in buttfuck, nowheresville. Beyond that...I got nothing." She started fiddling with the ashtray, smiling a little as her index finger ran over the edge of the army man Sam had wedged there, when he was a kid.
Her hand unconsciously moved to the chain around her neck, fiddling with it.