Police? No.

Parents? Ohh no. Daddy’s Jeep, ain’t nobuddah gonna take that from ‘im.

So, no one? For now.

The brush scratched my jeans as I stumbled through the undergrowth, following the broad path carved through the foliage. Tire tracks.

Sweat gathered on the line above my eyebrow, dripping down into my eye. Bugs were everywhere. Really uncomfortable.

But, oh yeah. Gotta get the Jeep back.

And Winter. Winter. Winterwinterwinterwinter….

Wow. Winter.

As you can tell, coherent thoughts took a vacation.

My right shoe sunk into a patch of mud, formed in a hollow where the Jeep had passed. It oozed into my shoe, drenching my sock.

Leaves tore at my face; branches clawed for me.

. . .Oh! Jeep! My baby!

...Well, Daddy’s baby.

I cleared away the leaves piled on top of it. Winter wasn’t inside. Had she run away? Or what if she – no, don’t think about that. Of all things, she has to be all right.

After all, she’s a highly-trained agent of -

Ohmigosh, she’s a highly-trained agent of -