Radio

Static is all he could hear, as trees and grass became sparse. He was driving down a winding, long road, quite far from the place he had once called home, as grass was replaced with sand, and trees replaced with rocks and the occasional burnt bush. He was far, far away from home, though how far he didn't quite know as the day seemed to draw back quickly, night falling when a bright, neon sign reading, "Motel" in all capital letters. He was getting tired and cold, so the sight was quite nice for sore eyes, as he sped up, pulling into the parking lot.