Mike didn't tell you where you were going. All he told you was to get into the car.

It had all started when you'd asked him for a gun, startled by all that you'd seen lately. Just in case.

The tires screeched to a halt in what seemed like the middle of New Mexico's vast emptiness. Mike silently got out, and you awkwardly followed.

"You want the gun, you're gonna learn to use it first."

With his regular blank expression still intact, Mike waited until you arrived beside him to hand over the gun.

"You see that tree over there?"

He asked, pointing vaguely into the distance.