“You think I care about what it’s called when that stupid spider machine is about to kill me?” I asked rhetorically, hopping back out of the cab and wildly searching the ground for anything that might be useful. A few feet away I was able to find something that resembled half of a metal hula hoop. Grinning to myself I snatched it up and examined it. “What is that thing?” Hayden asked. “I think it’s one of those things that holds a canopy above your bed…well…half of it anyway.” “Half a canopy?” “Half of the holder,” I answered, giving him an exasperated look to show him I was not amused by his little jokes. “Now stop asking stupid questions. I know you can’t help me, but that doesn’t mean you should be hindering me either.” An idea beginning to form in my mind I dropped to my knees on the ground, searching with quick hands through the piles of trash until I found what I was looking for.
