What a nightmare. But I have it, and it's in good shape with no casualties aside from my sanity. Trekking back now to the Trailduster, I see another night mare taking refuge in the back amongst a pile of parts. Starla sits beside Midnight, though closer to the tailgate with her back turned, apparently inspecting some of the odds and ends that have been collected thus far. She's removed her hat for the time being, letting it sit precariously close to the corner of the tailgate.