After finding the keys, Alison--who clearly is one of those people who never learn--lets James program the GPS on her phone located in the glove compartment locked by a simple slider. With Alison at the wheel, the two swerve their way through sparse traffic on streets shrouded in post-apocalyptic urban gloom sporadically illuminated by lightning flashes from a distant gargoyle-encrusted tower. Alison navigates potholes, oncoming 18-wheelers, and double parked taxis, while James tells her where to turn or serpentine as the couple rancorously discuss the situation.
Alison: You picked the most dangerous route, didn't you?
James: I had to make sure we weren't followed.
Alison: I should have listened to my mother. You need treatment.
James: Fine, then this tutorial is over. Don't lose your phone. It has the map.
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Anyone want to take over?
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Thanks Ana.
