Jennifer rubbed her eyes and smiled apologetically to Max for drooling on his shoulder. The big sign at the service area said, Welcome to Amarillo. They trailed out and visited the facilities. Max bought her a fountain Coke with lots of ice. That drink went down cold and smooth.<br/><br/>"Thanks. That was the longest stretch of highway in the world." Jennifer commented, looking around at nothing but wind swept prairie and tumbleweeds.<br/><br/>Max just snorted and blew on his coffee. He expressed his displeasure with the bus and shared his idea of going via train on the next leg of the journey. This sounded good to Jennifer too. The bus really did suck. "There were lots of really sad people on this bus, most look down on their luck. " she commented as she watched the passengers file past, entering the Greyhound.<br/><br/>Max just snorted again. " and we're not?" he asked.<br/><br/>Jennifer just shrugged. She didn't feel down on her luck. Since Max had come around,, she felt pretty lucky indeed.<br/><br/>"Next stop, Santa Fe." the bus driver called as he shut the doors. The air let out of the brakes and they were on their way again.