Basil Julian had driven with Rock from Magnolia, a small college town in southwestern Arkansas, to Prescott, an even smaller town forty-five miles away. When they attempted to return to Magnolia, Rock could tell something wasn't right. Basil was driving in reverse down the highway at full speed, which made it seem to Rock as if they had taken the wrong highway.
"Are you sure we're on the right road?" Rock said.
"No, I'm never sure of anything, but I think we are."
A couple of minutes later they arrived at an intersection that looked completely unfamiliar to Rock. "Man, we're on the wrong road."
That had also become obvious to Basil. "Yeah, you're right. We gotta go back."
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