Jared really couldn't help but wonder how his friend's luck seemed to be bipolar in nature as he sped down the highway, farther and farther from civilization. At least the desert was somewhat pretty at dusk. The flat land coupled with the fiery sunset had quite a pleasant ambience about it. Even the nature-provided roadside decor looked somewhat interesting in the glow: cactus, cactus, dust cloud, cactus, passed out guy next to a sport's car, cactus- hold up.

He pulled over, the hood of his small pickup truck as close to Scott's as he could get it, killed his radio and stepped outside. The tire in the bed of his truck would wait. First things first. He knelt beside Scott, picked the shirt up off of his face, and offered him a huge bottle of water.