As if the universe was laughing at us, the walk took the better part of two hours, and we still had zero bars when we arrived on the outskirts of the little town. It was weird, and I’d spent far too much of those last two hours detailing all the different ways we could be picked up by a serial killer and brutally murdered. “You’re a bit sick, you know that?” Royce asked as we approached the run-down motel with a flashing neon Vacancy sign. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s hot. But also now I see why you were so clear-headed last week with the, um, situation.”
