Wicked looked in the rear-view window and forgot why she was reluctant to go. He'd be fine. He was made out of metal. As for the the viking god he was in good hands.
Wicked put her foot to the gas and the dirt behind them made an impressive cloud as she peeled off down the road.She looked at the map keeping an eye on the Iron Man dot and the multiplying red dots.
"If anyone has to pee again they better do it in Nebraska! I am NOT stopping again!"