"They don't want you to like it here," Ellie informed Kale the next morning at breakfast down at the truckstop.

"I suppose."

"But what if you figure a way to really enjoy yourself here?" Ellie pondered.

"Highly unlikely."

"Yeah, I guess people don't even fall in love here, either," Ellie squinted slightly as she went to fill someone's coffee cup.

"You don't know that for sure." Kale shrugged.

"I haven't seen anyone kiss. Have you?"

Kale shook his head, no.

"Maybe they go in and remove all that from you before you cross over," she imagined.

"I don't think it works that way," Kale said.

"How do you know?"

"Its just a gut feeling," Ellie could sense he wouldn't talk about it. He slapped down a dollor bill and was ready to go.

"I hit a nerve, didn't I?"

"No," Kale squinted. "You have good day."

"I will, are you?"

He tried to grin and left.