Nobody in the car says anything much for a while. Robert watches
through the window as very pleasant lush lowland passes by. Rolling
fields divided by hedges, clutches of trees here and there, some
cows, occasionally sheep. It's all very nice, and that's what starts
to worry him.
“I don't mean to tempt fate,” he says with a little hesitation,
“But...”
“Then don't,” Raven snaps before he can finish, “Don't tempt
fate. Around here, fate bites.”
“But it's gotten too easy,” Robert replies.
“Too easy,” Raven sputters, “Things are finally going our way
and now it's too easy for you, is that it?”
“No,” Robert denies, “But we've lurched from one frying pan to
another fire and back again, so many times. And now? Now we're out
for a nice drive in the country. It doesn't feel right.”
That, of course, is when they first hear the roar.
