now milo really is the happiest man alive. he pulls out his cell phone, dials:
milo drives along happily humming when, suddenly, a small trail of smoke drifts over his shoulder. what the hell? he glances into the rearview mirror and:
they are driving along, both a little dishevelled, one of cass' hands cuffed to the passenger door. they pass casinos as they head out of atlantic city.
cass and jimmy climb in.
cass jumps into the car and hits the gas. she is pulling away, victorious, when there is a sound on the roof.
cass opens her eyes. milo is halfway in the passenger window.
trees. rocks. snowbanks. ditches. finally, milo manages