You've been quiet ever since you got back on the road. Who was that - has your partner been lying to you this whole time? But they turn to you, as if they've noticed you for the first time, and ask if something is wrong. They look a little panicked, perhaps realizing what you might have found. "I found something in the glovebox. I mean, I think I've known for a while, but this confirmed it." Your partner pulls off at the next exit and parks at a fast food plaza. They apologize and cry, but you're not really sure why, anymore. You step out of the car, letting the photograph hit the pavement. In the burger joint, you ask, aloud, if anyone is headed West. A group of kids are - they'e a part of a rock band called the Shattered Minds, and they're offering you a ride.