It took them a long time to get to Mayaguez. Pill and Muerto took their time, got spaced out, distracted, interrupted, and shit. Their speed varied through the southern hills of the island. They drank beer and rum. And the rain occasionally started and stopped. The rising lights of the cars ahead mesmerized Riverbed. Pill influenced Muerto. Muerto told Riverbed he wanted to stay en el campo por Aguadilla, but Pill didn’t. Pill first said, “Yes.” Then little by little she dropped lines of reason why not to stay, until Muerto canceled the plans.