It is almost seven, according to the clock in the police car and it is dark now, and I am thankful we're leaving, especially since I need to use the restroom.

We make it to this gas station. I didn't catch the name, but there aren't a lot of people here. I find the restroom quick. It is a single restroom, so I close the heavy door and lock it. The walls are covered in green tile and the floors are white. The toilet paper is sitting on top of the toilet paper holder. I walk to the sink to wash my hands. I do it out of routine and I don't even bother looking in the mirror. I grab a drink and I walk up to the register to pay with the five-dollar bill I found, but the lady tells me to keep my money. She is just getting off her shift when she asks me if I want to help her count the money from the register, and I accept the invitation. I grab a stool and stand on it so I can sit up on the white countertop and help the nice lady count the money.