We must have drove for 2 hours before the driver spoke to me again.  To be fair I was tired, and tried to sleep a few times but the truck was just not built for that.

"So how far you need to go?"  He asked.
"I um, well.  I just need to head south.  I have."

"You want to get away from where your from and start new?  I get it."  He paused, as he shifted down as the truck started to struggle up the incline. 

"I can go as far as I81.  I have a local load to pick up there, but it's heading to Maine."
"That's fine.  I can give a friend a call, he'll be excited to hear from me".  The driver nodded and we didn't exchange a word until he pulled into a truck stop.

"I gotta get fuel.  Then it's off to the site for the load.  You got money for a room, a meal?"  He asked.  He was reaching for his wallet.

"No, no, I don't need any money. I'm good.  Thanks though".  He smiled and we both opened our doors at the same time.

"My treat for supper, at least."  He insisted.  We walked into the Flying J, he two steps in front of me.  I had no idea where we were, but it all seemed so familiar.