"No. And I've got a phone, remember?" Scrooge groaned. He glanced up at the sky. "I knew I should've stopped farther back, but I was making such good time..."

He sighed and moved to the passenger side, away from the road. He leaned against the truck and closed his eyes.

"It's the blasted radiator thermometer. Since it doesn't register that the engine's overheating, the radiator keeps acting like we're going at idle speed. It's blasted expensive, and I don't have the money for it right now. Usually I try to keep an eye on how long I've been driving for and make stops. I should've stopped about an hour back and let the engine cool down a bit."

Though who knows what would've happened to Poe in that time?

"We're probably gonna have to spend the night in the truck."

Nothing new for him, but with a passenger...well, forget stretching across the bench seat that was his normal bed.