The radio played quietly as you drove down the road in a desolate, desert road, trying to get home from seeing your family in Nevada. Driving down, you keep one hand on the wheel, and one hand holding your drink, until you see a car parked by the road. A rexouium is leaning against the car, tapping his paws and waiting for someone to come by. He sees you, and waves his hand frantically, shivering from the cold. You stop your car next to his, and he runs up to the window.