News from the road crew on the way back from E3: Apparently they're on the 5 ("we can't be lost, we're on I-5") and hungry enough to eat the first of them to die in their party.

Well, nobody died, but Erich was sleeping so they figured that was good enough. The red vines had long since stopped sating their need for food. So from the deep bowels of the minivan they crept slowly towards their target.

All of a sudden the driver said, "Wait! I see a sign! I can't quite make it out, but... Yes!"

The sign was one of many they had ignored when the hunger was not clawing at them from the inside. Nor was it as unimportant as the signs declaring CAMPING NEXT EXIT. This was the sign they wanted to see ever since they passed the last NEXT GAS 32 MILES sign. This was the FOOD NEXT EXIT sign.

A cheer rose up throughout the group. Erich arose to the cheers, recognized his own hunger and remained oblivious to the fact that just moments before, his own life hand been hanging on the precipice. A tinny voice from within the cell phone requested that the restaurant of choice be a famed 24 hour diner. Luckily, none of those were to be had at said rest stop. The car was parked and the people ate. And I assume it was good. Because I wasn't there.