Trees trees and more trees.  The view out the passenger window hadn't changed in half an hour, and Razzly was getting bored with all the freakin trees. She and her boyfriend Jaster were travelling the countryside in an old RV, which had broken down an astonishing 3.7 times since they'd departed.<em> At least we don't have to worry about gas,</em>she thought to herself. Razzly had won a years supply of gas in a contest, so all she had to do was flash a prepaid card, and several long, long minutes later they'd have a full tank. To keep her mind off of her boredom, she was painting her nails an astonishing solar flare red. She was almost finished with the right hand when a loud THUNK disturbed the drone of the air conditioner, which was now blowing hot air into the cabin.  She glanced at the watch on her right arm. "Like clockwork." Outside the passenger window, a sign read<em>Eden Campgrounds 1 Mile.</em>"Almost there. We can get it fixed tomorrow."