Heated seats, a sunroof, and a nice vinyl wrapping. When you were in the process of picking out your own car, all you were really focused on was something pretty. Something pretty and, of course, reliable. No one wants to buy a hunk of metal and gas for five figures just for it to break down on the side of the road one day.

Granted, that’s never happened to you. Not yet, at least. So far, you’ve got a nice winning streak of smooth driving on the freeways and highways.

One day, though, there’s a little light that illuminates on your car’s dashboard. You’ve got no idea what it means, can’t even make an abstract guess about what it looks like. You tell your dad, to which he shrugs his shoulders—you learn he’s not good for everything, at least not for car stuff.

Nonetheless, your dad offers to take your car down to one of his friends who knows automobiles better. A few days later, your car seems good to go. No weird lights blinking, zip. It isn’t until you’re running a few errands on a Saturday, stuck in a bit of traffic on the freeway, that the light appears on the dash again. It’s blinking. It’s blinking, and now you think you hear a weird rumbling going on throughout the car.

Because you’re not too keen on even entertaining the thought of something going wrong with you in the car, you decide to drive down to the nearest auto shop that Google Maps takes you to.

The exterior of the shop is a little dingy, but you’ve never know these kinds of establishments to be the pinnacle of luxury. You’ve got a bit of a pep in your step after exiting your car—maybe because you’re eager to not be anywhere near heavy machinery that’s got an unknown issue with it.

“Hello?” you call out into the garage. It’s empty, but there’s a few cars strewn around. A Honda civic, a pickup truck—you think it’s a Ram. “Anyone in here?”

“Good day to you, miss.” a mechanic grunts, nodding his head towards you after appearing from the back of the shop. You blink your eyes a few times as if that’ll improve your vision for a few seconds. Maybe that works, because you’re able to read off the name Arthur embroidered on the name tag on the right side of his coverall.

“You havin’ car troubles?”