"You are definitely not alone," Barry said, glancing over at her. "And I agree about the memories. I know that mine are real, even if the people in them aren't here."

There was a sudden jerk of the wheel and the thump thump of a flat tire. Barry put on the brakes, not sure how he was supposed to change a tire with that much weight on the bed. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a car come to a stop behind them. Alarm bells went off in his mind.

He looked over at Lydia. "I think we have a problem."