Sam pressed a hand to her mouth, but despite her best efforts, a snigger escaped. A full laugh followed, and she forced a “Sorry,” out for Will before pointing at the rearview mirror to admonish Breakdown as firmly as she could: “Don't you get him started, here.”

Feeling, perhaps, a pang of conscience, she looked to the boy as she moved to open Breakdown's driver's-side door. “I couldn't resist, alright? But to tell you the truth, no. I drive this beat-out old suburban, and sometimes a skidoo, but 'broom' and 'vacuum' are not, and will probably never be, among my options. Next question?”