A Feature Presentation

A Feature Presentation 3: Tourists.

It was a given- Indigo had fallen asleep in the back of the car. Usually something like this wouldn't be a very big deal, but it was the fact that it was with a stranger.. Heading somewhere that wasn't this world.
Once hearing it, it sounds abstract- Unreal. Sounds like someone trying to impress.
I assure you that isn't the case.

Gibson continued driving, though explaining how and where would be impossible.
He liked to describe to his friends like this: Imagine lying to somebody about something, and then later that thing happens.
That? That's how he got around.

His phone vibrated on the passenger seat, and he reached over to pick it up. Immediately after seeing the number he knew something was wrong.

"Wh- The police? Why would they want me?"
Gibson glanced at the speedometer. 

"140 miles an hour's over the speed limit? These humans don't like fun, do they.."

He adjusted the mirror to see that there was a police car on his tail, and three more trailing behind. The sirens awoke Indigo. "Mmph.. What's happening?" Gibson tried to stay calm. "Uh, go back to sleep honey. It's all gonna be alright~" Indigo didn't get it. "Uh, but what're those noises?" He turned around. "Shit, are those cops!? What're you doing?! HOW FAST ARE WE GOING!?"
Gibson groaned. "Speed limits are different where I'm from, not these petty safety laws! They'd only care if someone who matters got hit!"
Indigo sunk in his seat. "I can't believe this is happening.. I can't believe this is happening!"

"Oh, say it again! You think I'm enjoying this, Indigo?!"

There was a pause and nothing was heard but tire screeches and sirens.

"Indigo, I'm gonna need you to open my suitcase."
He nodded and unzipped the front. 
"Alright, now take out that soda."
He paused- and nodded, taking it out.
"Now throw it out the window."

"What?! Are you out of your mind!?"
It really wasn't a question anymore if he was out of his mind, the answer was most likely yes.

"Just do it! You want to die? Be my guest! Hurl yourself out that window if you'd like, for the sake of convenience!"

Indigo shuddered and rolled down the window. The sirens grew louder.

"Well? What're you waiting for?"

He couldn't bring himself to, what if somebody got hur- Ah, screw it.
Indigo threw the bottle out, a second later hearing a loud smack. He turned around to see the bottle had hit the middle of the windshield, cracking it and getting all the glass leftover coated in a sticky, syrupy mess.

"Nice shot, Indigo! We should do this more often."
He turned back in his seat. "What!? Are you craz-" He rolled the window back up and said nothing.
And so they drove on, the other sirens dying down as they had stopped in their tracks from the first police car's demise.

Indigo just sat there. Horrified, sad, and maybe even a little homesick..
"Uh, G- Gibson?"
"Yeah?"
"I- I'll be safe, right?"
Gibson sighed.
"Y'know, I really can't promise anything. What I can promise is that I'll try. That good enough?"

Of course not. Yet, it was.. Hey, it was Indigo's choice to go- Sort of. Who cares, it was enough to tide him over.
"Yeah, t- thanks."

Indigo soon nodded off again, giving Gibson time to just sit back and drive. He grimaced at this world- Too many of the same building, every road was the same, and whatever nature was left had a dead look to it.. The look of something accepting defeat.
The trees called to each other, there weren't many of them left.. Instead, they went towards the same buildings. The same, stupid, useless buildings for the same, stupid useless people. They all looked unaware of their own surroundings. How many years does it take for you to realize there's a coffee shop around the corner? How many more years does it take for you to realize how bad that coffee sucked?
They all just seemed so unintelligent.. Hopefully his passenger wasn't like that. Indigo seemed.. Nice.. He seemed keen on leaving, like he'd been expecting it. Or hoping for it.
Soon they'd be elsewhere, and Gibson could go home. Finally. He hated his job, for it wasn't really a job. It was more of a command, something he was forced to do. They didn't give him a choice, they just gave him a function and that was that. Luckily, there was so much more to do on his planet.. Wasn't there? I mean, there was..

A deer tried to cross the road in front of Gibson, paralyzed as soon as the lights hit. He hit on the breaks, surprisingly not waking up Indigo.

"Hey! Get out of the way!"

The deer stayed put.

Gibson angrily rolled down his window, about to yell. Then he remembered Indigo in the back, and begun to whisper-yell.
"H- Hey! Get the fugoutoftheway!"

Nothing. Gibson rolled his eyes. "Oh for fucks sake-" 
He laid on the horn, immediately waking up Indigo. "W- What the fuck-"
The loud noise continued. 'BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-'
Indigo rubbed his eyes. "The hell's going on?!"
Gibson clenched his teeth. "This STUPID ANIMAL IS BLOCKING THE ROAD!"
Yep.
What a way to keep him asleep.