"Sure it is." Maybe if she humored the lady, she would get home sooner, and that was all that counted. "Of course you can't. You need to be dead to go there, although I'm pretty sure you can take a boat to Hell, and of course you can't leave. Satan wouldn't let you. Your soul is trap there forever and every."
Savannah smiled brightly. "Oh, the airport. Finally something that makes sense. Thank you... although do you have my car? I can't leave without my car. Daddy bought it for me, but that was before I left the house and he won't buy me another one now. I really need my car. I'll have to drive back to Memphis, because no way I can afford to ship the car back home. So where's my car?"