"They never did get out," the man named Jack said, as the Traveler rolled on, growing smaller along the endless road. "I don't mind it when it goes past," Sam said, his voice thinner edged. "I really don't. It's just a car. Things like that used to happen. I mean, it's a car. Even when it stops to get gas, I don't have to pay any attention." He looked at the couple, his mouth loose. "As long as it just goes on. That's all right. But I keep thinking some day it'll stop. And the door will open. And maybe ... maybe they'll want lunch." He giggled uncontrollably, and then choked it back. Outside, the big hangar doors of the repair shop opened. The car that had been inside appeared; it moved out and stopped, its doors open invitingly. "Your car's ready now," Sam told the couple. "So long, folks. Have a nice trip." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Road Stop, by David Mason