"There is nothing in it for me here" he mumbled. She just looked at him, then focused on the road again. "I'm bored. I feel useless." He plays with the radio controls, switching through the different stations, settling on each for less than a second. "You know, I spent my life working towards a goal, and now I see that it was all a lie. This wasn't the right path."

She turned off the radio and just sped along the road. There was no one else, and all they raced was the soothing wind. "So why don't you leave?"

"Leave? Go where?"

"Anywhere else." She slows down and takes the curve. "Anywhere else. You have been complaining ever since you graduated. This is what this area has to offer. You knew that. I knew that. I know your work is boring you. I know that you can achieve much greater things. But you can't keep complaining."

"What else is there to do?"

She turned the radio back on. Conversations like this weren't meant to end. Questions were asked and suggestions were given, but it was anyone's guess to what was the right way. The Right Way. What the hell was that supposed to mean anyway?

"Listen" he said. She was puzzled, and then picked up Peter Gabriel's song on the radio.