Are you ready? Almost, Mama. You need to hurry
up. Do you need me to help? I'm not in any rush
to do this. This is the way. The only way. Why
does it have to be that way? I remember having
this conversation with my mother. What did Grandma
say? I remember it all very well. It was summer.
I had just turned 18. Just like you. We lived
in a small shack. Didn't have money for rent
or food. To say the least, we were hard -pressed.
What did she say to you? I'm getting to that.
Are you ready? I'm putting the locket on right
now. I'm coming in. I'll help you. What did Grandma
do? Honey, here. Let me put this on you. Mama,
what's wrong? Nothing, dear. I'm just tired.
Mama! I'm sick, honey. Mama, what do I do? Just
be nice to the gentlemen, and they'll be nice
to you. Mama, is there no other way? Locket is
secure. Do you need me to brush your hair again?
Mama, you've already done it twice. I want you
to look pretty. Mama, I still don't understand
why we... I have to do this. Mama wants you to
have a good life. Not one like mine. But if you
want out, well, that's up to you. What will happen
if I don't do this? We will get kicked out and
probably starve on the street. And that's if
everything goes well. Mama, I'm scared. Wow.
That dress looks really good on you. I feel different
wearing heels. I can't even put into words how
beautiful you are. Mama. The men will be all
over you. Mama, I swear to you that one day I'll
be a lady. Even though I don't know when or how.
You have to go. Your ride is here. Mama. Go.
I'll be alright. Come back when you've become
a lady. Mama. Go. Don't ruin your makeup. I won't,
Mama. I won't let you down. This is your one
chance. I know you can do this. I'll be back,
Mama. Lord, forgive me for what I've done. You've
opened the door into the past, the present, and
the unknown. A door that leads to pain, grief,
and suffering. Beyond the janitor is the story
of life. It may be your life or someone you may
know. The stories you are about to hear can be
based on truth or an alternate reality. What
you choose to believe is completely up to you.
Listener discretion is advised. Hello, this is
Mr. Obrey. How can I help you? This is Mrs. Garrison.
Mrs. Garrison, how are you? Honestly, I'm not
doing very well. I'm sorry to hear that. What
seems to be the problem? The bus never picked
up my kids today for school. The bus never picked
up your kids? Yes, they were waiting at the bus
stop. Are you sure that they were waiting at
the bus stop? Yes, they were waiting for 35 minutes.
Mrs. Garrison. There is no school today. You
mean there is no school today? Yes, ma 'am. This
week is spring break. Well, no one told me. No
one told you? No. Well, I need to tell you it
was in your teacher's newsletter for the past
month. I checked them all. The school also made
the announcement at the beginning of the year,
a month ago, and last week. It is the first thing
you see on our website, and it's even on the
district calendar. We let everyone know. I must
have missed that. I'm really sorry. Is there
anyone up at the school who can watch them? No,
ma 'am. It's spring break. What are the teachers
doing? I don't know what the teachers are doing.
It's spring break, and... I'm at the bus trying
to get out of here myself. What am I supposed
to do? Parent. Parent? Yes, it's a verb. Look,
I'm really sorry that you didn't get the message
that was sent everywhere, but you have a great
spring break, and we will see your kids in a
couple of days. But I have to go to work. You
enjoy your day, ma 'am, but my bus is here. People
are funny sometimes. What happened to your mother
after all that? That was the last time I saw
my mama. I could never return. I couldn't see
myself spending the rest of my life with my head
hung down in shame. You might think that I was
born white trash, or that I'm still white trash.
I loved my mother. I trusted my mother. Now in
this world, there are a lot of self -righteous
hypocrites that would call me bad for the way
I turned out. I may not have been here long,
but I've been here as long as I've needed to
be. Now you know my story. What's yours? Oh,
your story is a fancy one. My story? It's not
as easy to tell. You see, I've been here much
longer than what I've needed to be, but unlike
you, I can never leave. Why can't you leave?
Well, my time has yet to come. Where have you
been? I've been to Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Winslow, Sarasota, Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa,
Oklahoma, Tampa, Mattawa, La Paloma, Bangor,
Baltimore, Amarillo, Tocapillo, Ampadilla. I've
been to Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana, Monterey,
Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapalooza, Glenrock, Blackrock,
Little Rock, Koskaloosa. Ooh, Tennessee, Spirit
Lake, Grand Lake, Devil's Lake, and Crater Lake.
Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Shepperville,
Jacksonville, Waterville, Pittsfield, Springfield,
Bakersfield, Shreveport, Atkinson, Cadillac,
Fundalack, Davenport, Idaho, Jellicoe, and Pasadena.
See what I mean? I've been everywhere, ma 'am.
You travel a lot. Oh, but there is more. But
I know that pretty soon it just turns into a
song. You have crossed the desert's bare. You've
breathed the mountain air. You, sir, have had
your share of traveling. I've traveled every
road in this here land. I'm sure that you've
met a lot of interesting people on your journeys.
You'd think so, but most of my travels have been
alone. My boss just calls me and tells me where
I'm going next. I've met some people on my journeys.
One, actually, I've run into often. No. I don't
know why we keep running into each other. He
doesn't talk much, so I entertain him by telling
him stories that I know. Would you like to hear
a story? I would like that. I think we are going
to be waiting on the bus for a while anyway.
We need something to pass the time. Oh, I'm not
waiting on the bus. I'm waiting for two people
to show up. I can tell you a tale that starts,
well, not too far from here. You're not waiting
for the bus to Tulsa? Nope. What are you doing
here, then? I'm here to tell you a story. You
ready? As ready as I'll ever be. I will start
this story about two men trying to do a job.
A job that no man wants to do, yet they have
to. I'll call this story, The Travelers. Are
you ready? No, sir. What's the issue? I don't
know if I can do this. You can do this, soldier.
Sir? I've never received any grief counseling
before, let alone given it. I'm not even a religious
man. Listen here, soldier. We're there for notification
only. Not God, not Heaven. This is a job about
character. I don't even know if I have that,
sir. You better straighten up, soldier. Look,
this is not an easy job if you let it get to
you. I've had soldiers so nervous that they break
into a stutter, get the name wrong, or the address.
Way too many tears. I need a man of solid stature.
Take you, for instance. You're a model soldier.
Hell, you're a goddamn hero. You are a casualty
of this war. God, can you look at me when I'm
talking to you? Sorry, sir. Now. When you're
talking to the NOK, that's the next of kin, you
can never say lost, expired, or passed away.
Don't say things that people can misunderstand.
We need to be clear. You need to use the words
killed or died. We call each casualty by name.
We honor them. You with me? Yes, sir. You're
not allowed to speak with anyone other than the
NOK. No friends, no co -workers, no neighbors.
What do we do if the next of kin is not around?
We leave. We don't wait, we don't lurk. We come
back later. This is a pure hit -and -get operation.
Is that all? Avoid physical contact. You do not
touch the NOK unless it is a medical emergency.
You are representing the United States Army and
the Secretary of the Army. So if you feel the
need to hug someone... Don't. I won't be giving
anyone hugs, sir. These are the rules. It's not
part of the job. The job is about something else.
We think ahead. We prepare. The house should
be in the next couple of blocks. We should ask
someone where it is. No! First of all, men don't
ask for directions. Let alone soldiers. We navigate.
We never want to park too close. They hear a
car park, go to the window, see two soldiers
getting out. God, it's a minute of torture. We
don't give them torture. Understood, sir. We'll
park here. Now, I should warn you, some of them
have guns. When you approach the door, you knock.
Do not ring the doorbell. Last thing we need
is one of those god -awful chirping doorbells.
Some sing -songy shit throws you off your game.
Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony.
Oh, and sorry, your husband's dead. It just,
it doesn't flow. This is why we knock. Don't
say good morning or good afternoon. There is
nothing good about it. You ready? I don't exactly
have a choice. Mr. Thompson? Oh, shit. Mr. Jason
Thompson. Yes, that's me. The Secretary of the
United States Army has asked me to express his
deep regret that your son, Specialist Aaron Thompson,
was killed in the line of duty yesterday in southern
Iraq by sniper fire. You will receive a more
complete report as soon as possible, sir. What
we can tell you right now is that his platoon
came under sniper fire. It... Was an instant
death. Look at that tree. I said look at that
fucking tree! It's the same age as my son. If
I don't go, who's gonna go in my place? That's
what he said. A casualty assistance officer will
contact you in four hours. Fuck you! Someone
will notify you in four hours. Fucking bastard!
Why aren't you there? Why aren't you dead? I'm
sorry, sir. Fucking cowards! Let's go. We're
done here. Don't you fucking say you're sorry
to me. He was 20 years old. Keep walking. You
fucking coward. I said I'm sorry. I don't fucking
care. You fucking cowards. Just keep walking.
Don't turn around. You fucking cowards. I just
want to fuck some shit up. That does come with
the job sometimes. Everyone handles it differently.
Just leave him alone. I just want to get out
of here. This job isn't easy, and it is not for
everyone. You just have to learn that it's not
about you. Oh, personal back there. Where to
next? Mrs. Cummings off of E50. Okay. Don't let
it get to you. It already has. Well, man up then.
You have to be on your game again. We should
be there in about an hour. How... how do you
do this? It's not about them. It's about the
fallen. Remember, we honor them. And whatever
shit we have to put up with in that brief moment
is far less than the people we tell. At the end,
we can go home. The people we're honoring, they
can't. The NOKs we tell, they'll be fine. Maybe
not today, maybe not tomorrow, but they will
be fine. I guess it just takes time to get used
to. You'll never get used to it, son. You just
learn to deal with it. Embrace the suck, you
know? What's that? I'm hungry. Let's stop at
this diner up there. They don't look too busy.
You'll have a chance to clear your head before
we get to the next place. Yeah, that sounds good.
How long have you been stationed here? Four years.
Four long years. I guess we just see it ourselves.
There's a table over there. I hope they have
some good comfort food. Hey, what can I get you?
I'll take the chicken fried steak and a glass
of water. I'll have the... What is the Big Sister
Pie? That's a red sauce, two cheeses, pepperoni,
chicken, and vegetables with pasta. That sounds
good. I'll have that. Sounds fancy to me. And
what to drink? I'll take a Coke. Okay, I'll bring
the drinks right out to you. Food should be about
ten minutes. Take your time, ma 'am. We aren't
in a rush. You from the base? Yes, ma 'am. We
are. We don't see too many soldiers dressed up
here. You must be doing something important.
Actually, ma 'am. We tell people - We do very
important work, ma 'am. Alrighty. I'll be right
back with your drinks. What were you thinking?
Remember, we don't say anything except to the
N .O .K. These people don't need to know what
we do. Sorry. I don't know what happened. Are
you still shook up over the last stop? Get over
it. It doesn't get better. Why don't you just
shut up and reflect in the moment to figure out
if this work is for you or not. Ladies. Gentlemen.
You girls are too much. Maybe you can work with
them. Oh, never mind. You wouldn't need to be
smart. I am smart. You're a soldier. You can't
be smart. You're a soldier. I never said I was
smart. Now shut up. Let me enjoy myself in this
word fine. I think that's meant for kids. Shut
up. Come on, I'm starving. Let's just eat. I
don't know how you can be hungry working with
pieces of meat all day. Oh, stop it. You have
to admit, the new doctor is good looking. I heard
that he's engaged, though. That's never stopped
you before. I didn't know he was engaged. What?
Am I missing something? Here are your drinks,
gentlemen. Thank you. You don't know this story?
No. And what can I get you, ladies? Um, I'll
have a fried bologna sandwich. You want fries
with that? Can I have a salad on the side? Sure
thing. And what about you? And I'll have, uh,
the catfish. With or without horseradish? With,
please. Okay. And you? I'll have the chicken
salad. What type of dressing? Bacon tomato ranch.
I'm sorry, we don't have that. Okay, how about
French? Okay, that I can do. Do you want it on
the side? That would be great. And you? I think
I'll have the gumbo. With or without crackers?
With, please. Okie dokie. And what to drink?
Water would be fine. Same. Water is good for
me, too. I'll have a lemonade. All right, ladies,
I'll be right back with your drinks. So tell
me about this man. Ooh, that's a story for another
time. Oh, did you hear about the two guys that
were brought in yesterday that had a metal tube
in their butts? They had a what? Yeah, they had
a metal tube attached to each other. When was
this? I haven't heard about it. That's not even
the weirdest part. There's more? Yeah, from what
I hear, it was a dare that went wrong. What,
you heard? You weren't there? No, it happened
on my shift. All right, here is your food. Will
there be anything else? No, I don't think so.
Thank you. Wait, so what happened then? Two guys
each had a metal tube stuck? They were stuck
together. Why were they stuck together? Should
we be talking about this? I don't know, but I
want to know. Is that weird? It's weird. So what
did the doctors do? Was there anything in the
tube? Oh, I didn't think about that. A gerbil?
Was? Did it? Uh -huh. Oh. Oh, that's disgusting.
Was it still alive? I think so. What'd you hear?
I thought it happened on your shift. No, I heard
it on my shift. That's not what you said earlier.
Did it even happen at our hospital? I don't know.
Why would you even try to tell that story? I
thought it was going to be a good story. Here
are your drinks, ladies. Thank you. How are you
guys doing? I think we are good. Can we get the
check? You didn't touch your food. Do you want
a box? No. I lost my appetite. I'm good. You
ready to get back on the road? Yeah. Well, be
careful out there. I just heard on the news that
the weather's getting nasty north of here. Well,
that's where we're going. We have a job to do,
and weather isn't going to change that. Let me
get your bill. I'll cast you out at the register.
Thank you. Ladies, enjoy your day. Oh, we will.
You wouldn't happen to be single, would you,
soldier? Uh, yes, ma 'am, I am. Let's get going,
Sergeant. Your total will be $11 .73. Here's
$15. Keep the change. What do I owe you? Nothing.
This guy looks nasty. She wasn't kidding about
the weather. Weather doesn't stop us from doing
our job. Yeah, you said that already. It sure
gets dark quick here. It'll pass. Storms are
no joke in these parts. Should we stop and let
it pass? It's only weather. We're soldiers. We
do our mission no matter what. Do we ever stop?
Once we took that oath, we were and always will
be soldiers. Even when we're dead, we never stop.
I know. You should be proud of that. I am. You
see that light up ahead? Yeah. What is that?
Folks around here like to call those spook lights.
Spook lights? Yeah. We must be just south of
Quapaw. What's so special about a light? Folks
around here claim they've been seen since before
the invention of cars. What do you think it is?
The myth is that it's just two lost lovers searching
for one another. Not what I asked. I like to
believe that's what it is. What's wrong with
love? It should be never -ending. And if two
souls wish to keep searching for one another,
well, I'm in no position to stop it. How much
do you know about them? The lights? Yeah. Yeah,
I've read a little bit about him. Not much to
say, really. Not really a story for me to tell.
Looks like just headlights coming off the road.
It could be. But we can romanticize it if we
want to. Why would you want to do that? God,
there's so much hate in the world. Nothing wrong
with a little love, is there? No, I guess not.
Storm looks like it's passing. I see blue skies.
Do you mind if I turn on the radio for a bit?
Not at all. You won't pick up much, though. Not
out here. I'll find something. Welcome back to
WJAN, your only radio station that you need to
listen to. And for those two soldiers driving
down a lonely road trying to deliver some news,
this story, it's just for you. Well, that's kind
of on the nose, isn't it? Do you want me to try
to find something else? Nope. Might as well leave
it. A soldier walking to a door. Not knowing
what is on the other side, he knocks softly.
Brighton Gale, I know you're in there. Look,
I just want to talk. The soldier stood there
for a moment, tapping the side of his helmet
with the front side of his rifle. straining to
see past the blowing dust, his exposed skin getting
blasted with sand. Come on, Brighton. Y 'all
ain't got no jurisdiction here. This is my land.
Last time I checked, this is still America. Henry
knew that Brighton was weak, and he could easily
overtake him if it came down to that. He wasn't
looking for a fight. He already saw all the blood
one man could ever want or not want to see. He
was tired and just wanted to leave. But he couldn't.
Not until he got what he came for. Listen, we
just want the dead guy's stuff. You want the
dog tags. That it? What else is there? You know
what else there is. What do you know about that?
I know where it's at. There was a brief pause.
A moment of silence. The soldier waiting for
Brighton to finish. A finish that was never going
to come. Are you going to tell me where it is?
The soldier noticed that Brighton moved closer
to the door. He readied his rifle, finger twitching
on the trigger, when suddenly the doorknob turned
and the door opened. Don't shoot. No sudden movements.
I figured I'd show you. Show me? I'm feeling
pretty generous. The soldier took his eyes off
Brighton and looked inside the old, worn shack.
He could immediately see the distasteful state
that the interior of the cabin was in. On the
left -hand side were a couple of wooden counters
with junk strewn about their surfaces. knocked
over coffee mugs, open and rotting canned foods.
On the right side was a mattress with a very
noticeable black stain on the sheets. The soldier
looked back at Brighton, who didn't look much
better. His thin, black, unwashed hair was cut
unevenly. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face
had black smears across his cheekbones. His undersized
jacket was blue, with many tears, and obviously
hadn't been washed in some time. His pants were
a black cargo that were too short, even for a
man his size. Knees stained with a multitude
of colors. Suddenly Brighton spoke. Where's the
we? Henry's attention quickly focused back to
Brighton's dirty face. Confused about what was
said. What do you mean, we? When you arrived,
you said we. Where is the rest of y 'all? Or
it's you out here? It's just me. I'm here on
orders. Orders to retrieve Corporal Debs' belongings.
Debs? That was his name? Yes. Corporal Debs.
Well, come on. I'll show you where his stuff's
at. The soldier stepped out of the way to allow
Brighton to make his way down the steps. The
wind was still blowing, the sand making it so
he had to stay close. Fortunately, the wind was
blowing away from Henry. Brighton grabbed a shovel
off the end of the porch and started walking,
never turning around to see if Henry was behind
him or not. Don't you worry. I knows my way around.
I'd get you there. Normally this would not inspire
any sort of confidence in the soldier, but something
told him that Brighton was telling the truth.
Brighton knew exactly where this mystery stash
was. Henry tried to make small talk, unsure of
how much walking they had ahead of them. We almost
there? A couple more miles, I think. Where's
Jules? Passed about a week ago. Sorry, best hunting
dog I ever had. I bet. What's your name, anyhow?
Y 'all even have names? Or is it just numbers
y 'all get? His name? Henry didn't often get
that question. Perhaps it was the disconnect
with his uniform, or the fact that he was wearing
a mask to help him breathe in this sandstorm.
He knew that most of his face was covered. Coming
across as impersonal. Yet for some reason, Brighton
Gale, the local pain in the ass, was asking for
his name. Henry. My name is Henry. Yeah, you
know, I had a cousin named Henry. It's a common
name. It was when he was alive. Oh yeah? What
happened? One of your brothers got him. Henry's
heart sunk to his boots. This trip and conversation
wasn't starting off as well as he had hoped.
I'm sorry to hear that. Come on, there's no need
to lie now. You've always been straight with
me. That's the only reason I'm showing you this
stash. You ain't sorry. Hell, I'm not even sorry.
I thought he was your cousin. I never said I
liked him. Henry wasn't quite sure on how to
respond, so he opted not to say anything at all.
The rest of the trip was awkwardly silent. All
Henry could hear was the wind and the crunching
of the sand under their boots. I buried his stuff
under that tree, right next to the grave. And
just to be clear, Henry, I didn't kill him. They
just took him to me to be buried. I'm fairly
confident in how he died. Henry's eyes were fixated
on a pipe acting as a grave marker. Is this how
he would go, he thought. One day buried in an
unmarked grave, only known by the gravedigger.
I'll dig up this stuff for you. As Brighton started
to dig, Henry stood quietly, just staring at
the poorly marked grave. Thoughts of death. raced
through his head. Here it is. As Brighton opened
the bag, Henry saw the dog tags on the top. Underneath
was everything that a soldier would carry. Henry
knelt down, taking the bag from Brighton. He
felt the cold steel of the dog tags between his
fingers as they traced over every number and
letter raised on the identification. He sighed
with relief. His mission? was a success. Why
wasn't he buried with all his gear? Especially
the tags. He cocked his head back to look at
Brighton. He froze. He was staring down the barrel
of a revolver. He heard the unmistaken sound
of the hammer being cocked. I'm making a collection.
Thank you for listening to WJAN. The short story
you just heard was written for you. The two soldiers
driving to a destination where you will never
arrive. You see, you've stumbled into something.
Something lost. Something that will never be
found. Is he talking to us? I hope not. But we
have a problem. What's that? I have no idea where
we are and the car is suddenly dead. Uh, what
do you mean? I mean we were driving, there was
a town in front of us. Our destination was less
than a mile away, and now, now, we're nowhere
near anything. I can't explain it. Is this some
type of rookie hazing? I wish it was, but I have
no clue what's going on. Welcome to TTDE, soldiers.
Now please remain calm. Is he talking to us?
Yes, I'm talking to you. Who are you? My name
is not important right now. What should we call
you? I know you have many questions, but I won't
be giving you any answers. Where are we? It's
hard to say right now, as I truly don't know
where I am. This doesn't make much sense. It
never does. What do you mean, it never does?
We have tried to explain what you call humans
since the 1500s of your time. Now listen, I am
an officer of the United States Army, and I order
you to tell me what the fuck is going on. I love
it when you humans use vulgar language thinking
that will change how things go. Intelligent ones
know that they can get the point across about
using profanity. Yes, but that usually changes
once they see the red dots on their chest. You
see, you are not alone. I count three. No, make
four dots on me. How many do you have? All I
know is that it's more than one. Now that I have
your attention again, I want to welcome you.
Don't worry about my friends here. You don't
do anything, they won't do anything. I can't
see anyone. Neither can I. If you need to know,
we call them the Men in Black. Because black
is the last thing you see before your lives end.
Are we supposed to be scared? I honestly don't
care what you feel. I don't understand feelings.
Happy, sad, scared, lonely, depressed, affection,
disgust, pride, love, desire, anger. They just
make you humans weak. Feelings are what end your
race. So many wars fought over feelings. Are
you saying that you don't have feelings? What
we have and don't have is again of no concern
to you. What do you want of us? Why are we here?
You are here because I've been watching you.
Your job. It is something... It is an unexpected
human position that I've never understood. What
do you want to know? Why do you do this? I'm
ordered by my superior to tell families that
their loved one has passed. That does not answer
my question. I don't understand. Why do humans
care for the dead? We have been watching you
for thousands of years and it is always the same.
Praising the dead. What is it that you do once
your kind dies? I don't understand. Do you bury?
Burn? There is nothing to bury or burn. As we
are not physical, we vanish. Our thoughts and
memories are imputed into another before the
end. Each of us is many. Sounds like legion to
me. Some have called us demons and others angels,
but we are none of those. We do not interfere
with your religions. Are you saying that they
are real? We don't have any relationships with
your higher beings. Now back to the matter at
hand. Why do you honor the dead? We do this as
a celebration of their life. So death cannot
kill what never dies. Interesting. Is that what
you wanted to know? For now. What happens now?
We send you back. Send us back? Back where? Back
to Oklahoma. Home of the Girl Scout Cookies.
What do you mean? You've been in the other dimension.
You call it the Shaman's Portal. Shaman's portal?
I thought that place was a hoax. A hoax? I don't
understand. What about your friends with the
laser pointers on us? Are they with you? No,
they are one of you. One of us? Yes, they are
human. Do they work for you? They don't work
for me. Then who do they work for? They work
for a man called Mr. Black. Mr. Black. And who
does he work for? They call themselves the League
of Strategic Truth. Never heard of them. And
you never will. They work in secret and have
been here far longer than we. Now, unfortunately,
this part is going to sting a little and you'll
have a little headache. Wait! There is nothing
left? Do you mind if I turn on the radio? Not
at all. You won't pick up much, though. Not out
of here. I'll find something. Welcome back to
WJAN, your only radio station that you need to
listen to. And for those two soldiers driving
down a lonely road trying to deliver some news,
this story is just for you. Turn it off. What?
Are we here? Turn the radio off now. Okay, okay.
Calm down. What's going on here? What are you
talking about? We're not doing this again. You
don't want to tell the family again? No, no,
no, not that. Well, what are you talking about?
Look at where we're at. Uh, looks like we're
outside of Tulsa. There's the bus stop over there.
And where was the diner? It was near Beaver.
Do you know how far away that is to Tulsa? No.
It's 285 miles west of Tulsa. Have we driven
that long? No, we haven't. What happened? I don't
know. But I have this feeling we're supposed
to be here. All I have is a headache. Yeah, so
do I. You gonna stop somewhere? Yeah, I'm gonna
stop at this bus stop. Why? I don't know. It's
a gut feeling. Excuse me. Yes? Do you know why
- You must be my ride. I enjoyed talking to you.
Um, who's he talking to? I don't see anyone either.
I'll just get in the back. Did you know that
Oklahoma was the first to introduce the parking
meter? And it was called the Park -O -Meter?
Oh, what a name. Oh, and did you know that the
name of the state comes from Okla? And humma,
meaning red people. Where are we taking you?
You know where. I was afraid of that. Should
we be worried? Hey, do you mind turning on some
music? It makes the trip more... memorable. Simple
things. Didn't know I'd miss. Until they're gone.
And you feel like this. And you feel like this.