"All right, that's it." He smacks the side of the steering wheel decisively with the heel of one palm and nods. "Next stop we get, we're finding a motel, we're checking in, and you are getting a room to stay in, buddy."

Daniel is adamant, and this is mandatory. And he keeps his promise; the first (admittedly seedy) motel Daniel sees, he parks in front of.

"Right." He gets out and pulls out his wallet, rummaging until he locates a crumpled twenty. "There's a gas station like a five minute walk away. Have you eaten?"