He opened the car door glancing back at the rear of the car. It had sunk lower into a large muddy trough of sorts.

"Yeah, we are not going back up that hill," he lamented with a grimace.

"Shoot, my phone is dead. I forgot to charge it today." Ellen told him only adding to the growing pile of bad news. "What about yours."

"I didn't bring it."

"Really, a teen without their phone?" Ellen asked.

"I just would have been checking it like every thirty seconds hoping for a message from . . . you know who . . . and it would have been just a distraction and...