““Enough of this ruminatory bullshit,” Sargent said. “You’d think I had a crystal ball, knew the future. You’d think thee roads couldn’t still fork this way and that, sitting there, waiting for you and your fellow travelers, the good, the bad and the scuzzy, to make your choices and move on down the blacktop. Palaver with you two is through for now. All shall be revealed in time - which is, as I’ve said before, a fluid thing. No more spiritual fuckery. We ride where there are roads. Time to get on with it. Into the mist boys.””
