*Jesse rounds a curve on the remotest part of Willow Road when the dirt bike shuts down after sputtering for a few seconds. He pulls the bike over, takes off his helmet and dismounts. Emma gets off the motorcycle as well, takes off her helmet and scratches her head. Jesse takes off the gas cap and looks inside* Emma "I can't figure out why it'd quit. Cooter just tuned it up last week. Put in a new spark plug, air filter and everything." Jesse (after looking in tank) "Well Emma, two stroke gasoline engines run better when they have gasoline in the tank." Emma "Lord have mercy Jesse. I've been so upset about my sister passing on and her house being sold, I've been pretty scatterbrained lately." Jesse "Well if that don't beat all. Here we are, miles from the nearest house with no gas, no CB and a storm coming in." Emma (looks off to the west at the ominous black puffy clouds) "And Elton Loggins on WHOGG said that the clouds are bringing in freezing temperatures. He said we might even have a white Christmas. Imagine that. We ain't had a white Christmas since back in '38. It sounds like a chance to cuddle in front of the fireplace to me." Jesse (rolls eyes in disgust) "We ain't go no fireplace out here but we sure could use a fire if that cold front gets here before a car does. It's a good thing I got matches in my pocket. I'm going to get some wood together in case nobody comes around before the cold front hits. Sometimes it can be days before anyone comes down this old cowpath."