Today was a tiring one while you were driving through the country. It's right the time of the new year, you got a post card from your good friend, Seth. The card was simple, but it warmed your heart to read it. You seen enough made it to the place you knew you would find him. A little ring of a bell, your vision filled with old vehicles and the sound of a drill.

"Shop's closed. You're gonna have to schedule somethin' until after the New Year." The southern accent came from under a truck.