Five hours later, it was all over. Buck and Simon were on the way home, racing up the highway in Buck's sea foam green SUV.
"Sorry about all that." Buck looked over at Simon from behind her designer sunglasses. She had her hair down, and it was blowing in the breeze from the driver's side window, which she'd opened all the way. "It's a shame we drove all the way to D.C. for nothing."
Simon didn't feel like talking. He just grunted and kept staring out the passenger-side window at the passing scenery. They were only minutes away from home now, and he just wanted to get there, crawl under a rock, and mope.
"At least we've given it our best shot," said Buck. "And hey, there's still a chance. I have a few more things we can try. Maybe we can still pull out a win."
"Right." Simon
