In the rearview mirror, Jonathon caught glimpses of the two. Synthia’s arms wrapped around herself, clutching Venny’s huge white tux shirt as if it could warm her. Grids still wore his black jeans, but he’d replaced the black Mickey Mouse shirt with a cleaner white one. No blood on it, though Jonathon noticed black smoke stains on his chest, and he could make out the bandage on his bullet wound underneath. Grids had never really come fully awake, and Synthia was lost in thought.