Honos held up two paper trays with hot dogs resting inside them. A bag containing some energy drinks, sodas, and bottles of water dangled from his other hand, which meant his credit card was currently clamped between his lips. He set the bag on the driver's seat and fished out an energy drink, tucked his credit card away, then leaned against the car next to her.
The far away orange light washed everything out and deepened the darkness, and Honos, who wasn't usually one to be afraid of much, was suddenly very apprehensive of what they'd find in Chicago, and more importantly, how they might be received. He clenched his jaw and banished the thought. In for a penny, in for a pound, and he just couldn't justify driving 900 miles to just peek around a door.
"We have to tell her goodbye," he said quietly. "Or this whole trip will have been for nothing."