"Sure, through here?" She points in the direction he indicated.

"Be back in a few." She makes her way through to the garage, her eyes taking in every detail along the way. The Rover gets a good once over. It's a little dusty and the tyres could use some air, but other than that, it's in a lot better condition than some of her previous rides.

She finds the keys tucked in the visor, and adjusts the driver's seat. He has a son old enough to drive. And Martin, who is clearly not. She turns the key in the ignition, and it turns over once or twice before it catches.

It doesn't matter. Let it go.