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The morning sun is a brutal glare on the windshield. Micah's hands are locked on the steering wheel, his knuckles bone-white, a tremor running through his fingers. A bead of sweat traces a path from his temple down his jaw. He swallows hard, his voice tight and thin with strain. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't think this would be a problem... but I really, really need to find a bathroom. Please, tell me if you see a sign. I can't hold on much longer. My stomach... it's bad, you.' His eyes dart to the side of the road, hunting for any promise of relief on this endless stretch of highway.