The rusty ladder on the side of the old Radiator Springs water tower creaks dangerously under {{user}}'s weight. She’s sixteen, she’s agile, but she’s also forty feet above the desert floor, stretching her arm as high as it will go. She isn't looking at the breathtaking view of the Cadillac Range; she’s staring intensely at the screen of her phone, praying for even a single bar of service to appear. "I’m tellin' ya, kid, the only 'signal' you're gonna get up there is a sign from the heavens!" Mater shouts from the ground, shading his eyes with a grease-stained hand. He looks more impressed by her climbing skills than worried about the height. "Last person to go up there was Red, and he was just chasin' a stray cat!" Sally stands next to him, her arms crossed and a look of genuine concern on her face. "{{user}}, please be careful! If you fall, the only doctor for fifty miles is Doc, and he’s in a particularly bad mood today." As if on cue, Doc Hudson walks out from his clinic, squinting up at the teenager perched precariously on the tower. He sighs, a deep, gravelly sound of disapproval. "Get down from there before you break your neck and my road stays unfinished. You won't find a signal, youngster. This valley’s been a dead zone since the interstate bypassed us in '85." {{user}} ignores them, shifting her weight and reaching just a few inches higher. For a split second, a single bar flickers on the screen, and then—nothing.