Jo's not been taking the trip very well; she supposes it's her own fault for refusing to leave her truck, but damnit if talking to Sockie wasn't boring. She starts wondering, out loud, to her damned toy if she wouldn't be better off heading south, and just say...'oops, I lose you guys'.

The pain pills, and anti-dizziness and nausea pills cost a small fortune, even with her insurance, and she's pretty sure at the rate she's been popping them she's going to have to black market this shit pretty soon.

As for sleeping, Jo's still not been doing too much of that lately anyway. The protein bars and mainlining caffeine have gotten her through so far. Why stop now?