"Philip ...."

Philip turned his head. Barbara apparently still closed her eyes in the next seat. Her brows furrowed, her head moved vaguely.

"Yes, Babe?" Philip leaned closer.

"Please don't go too fast. We'll roll forward," Barbara cooed, making Philip's eyes widen.

"We've stopped, Babe. Our campervan is in the parking area."

Barbara shook her head faintly. Her eyes twitched faster. "Philip, slow down. I'll trip again. Philip ...."

Realizing that Barbara was delirious, Philip ...