Edgar reminded Jackie of the cowboys she would sometimes see in old-western films. Maybe it was the far-off look in his eye or the stubble on his chin. However, most of the cowboys Jackie had seen were usually old white men; she assumed Edgar looked more like the real deal.

The newest member of the World's Longest Car Trip had made things a little awkward. Oren and Jackie had gotten used to a routine, and Edgar had violently disrupted it. A majority of their time was now spent in silence, driving for hours on end. Edgar fought sleep like a teenager with an essay deadline. Momentarily, he would massage his eyes when they had grown dry and bloodshot, but would immediately glue them back onto the road.

The silence was starting to get to Jackie the third day in. She fidgeted against every surface, tapping her fingers against the door, kicking her feet against the seat.

"Let's play a game!" she blurted.

"Kid, what did I tell you?" Edgar snarled. "This isn't some family road trip across the country."

"It has been a little boring..." Oren chimed, rolling his thumbs. "A game could help keep up morale."

"Let's play yo espío," Jackie said, pointing out of the windshield. "I spy something dark and gloomy."

"Jackie, I don't know if 'I spy' is the best game to play, there isn't a lot of scenery-" Oren chuckled.

"-Just play along!" Jackie pouted.

"Fine, I spy...a tree?" Oren guessed, feeling fairly confident.

"Nope!" Jackie announced proudly, crossing her arms.

"The road?"

"Nope."

"The grass?"

"Nope."

"Is it the sky?" a third voice asked. Oren and Jackie both turned toward Edgar. "Well, am I right?" he said, blushing slightly as he caught their glance.

"Nope!" Jackie teased, laughing.

"Well, what is it?" Oren asked.

"It was Eddie," she said, nearly falling over with laughter.

"Real funny." he snarled, slouching.

"You are kinda gloomy," Oren said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Edgar asked.

"I'm just saying that Jackie and I were doing fine before you came along," Oren said.

"Guys-" Jackie began, her voice too gentle to be heard.

"Well, I didn't ask to have to babysit while also fending for my life!" Edgar yelled, slamming on the breaks. He slumped forward, his head collapsing into his palms. "It would be so much easier if you were here, P."

"P? Who are you talking about?" Oren asked.

Edgar lifted his head from his palms, staring down at them. "No one," he murmured, slowly pressing on the gas. And just as quickly as the car had been filled with chatter, it slowly returned to tense, long silence.