“Come on, stop it.â€? she said. He stared straight ahead, clutching the wheel with one and the gearshift with the other hand.
“Are you trying to kill me ?â€? she screamed with genuine fear in her voice and face. The car hit another hole disguised by muddy water and the front bumper hit the asphalt with a sharp scratching noise. Trying to act as if nothing had happened, he still stared ahead into the dark. She had hit her head on the window, not too hard, no blood, but still.

“We’re gonna make it.â€? he finally said and even managed to sound somewhat relaxed. She just looked at him with a blank stare and promptly stopped shouting. For a second the car quietly paced along the wide open fields. A small group of trees lined the narrow street, past it a group of giant metal windmills slowly moved in the steady breeze. She knew they were white, but right now they looked even blacker than the sky behind them. She shuddered. Far away in the distance, she could see the lights of civilization shining peacefully.