Outside, the skies had decided to open, and they battered the countryside with torrential rain. The country roads in and around TinkerHill Falls didn't get much in the way of traffic. Nelson had no intention of taking any risks and bringing forward the fate of his death-row passengers, so he proceeded cautiously into the night. All was going well until suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, a spiraling spade smashed through the windshield.
"Just Bad. Can't get past the first 30 minutes."