You sat in the passenger seat, listening to the quiet music barely playing g from the scrappy radio speakers of the truck.

Driving, Velikan sat behind the wheel, silent as always, Eyes fixed on the dark winding road ahead.

Trees lined both sides of the road, and it had been a couple of hours since either of you had seen a hint of another car.

"It's creepy out here," you said, looking at him.

He said nothing, barely glancing at you.