Pete was in Death Valley on a Thursday when he realized he was over dressed for the weather. At least at that time. In the night he would freeze to death if he didn't have blanket. He was severely over and under dressed where he was depending on time of day.

This made him think of how far from home he was. Although thinking about that place, he felt awkward using that word. Home. That wasn't home. That was more like a truman show contraption. He had realized that in fact Mary Beth was not even a real person.

She was breathing and actually there of course, but she had become so co-opted by her routines of watching videos and knitting that Pete could no longer consider her a true agent. They didn't even need to get a divorce he was able to happily just decide that he was never going to see her again. Not that he would avoid her if he saw her in public. It was more that he just no longer cared for her.

Who did he care about? He still had those seven digits in his head. He still thought of her, Marianna, everyday. It made the driving a lot more fun. He sort of wished that he might run into her somehow while driving around like this.