She climbed into the passenger seat, smelling of ozone and wet wool. I killed my headlights. The poly track went dark.
The woman smiled. "Welcome to the real poly track, driver. The one they don't want anyone to know about." poly track 6x
"Why should I trust you?"
She walked to my window. I rolled it down a crack. She climbed into the passenger seat, smelling of
"Who's asking?"