Micheal stared out the window in awe of the bright lights. “Is this traffic for real?” he asked dumbfounded. Carl just chuckled and kept an eye out for his opportunity to merge.
They both were keeping the conversation pretty light considering the situation. Neither wanted to deliver the bad news, even if it came with the world’s most prestigious award. It was a universe-altering breakthrough, but it had come at an unbearable cost.
“So how long do you think we have til we get there?” asked Micheal.
“Judging by the flashing lights ahead, 2 hours?” Carl guessed.
“OK. Well I’m going to try to get some sleep.”
Carl nodded in agreement. They both knew the next few days would be an exhausting whirlwind of piercing interviews, never ending press conferences, and sweaty-palmed handshakes with the top leaders on the planet. And worst of all, they had to meet his parents.
“Wake me when we’re close?” asked Micheal.
“Sure thing, Boss.” scoffed Carl.
Micheal snickered and said, “You know I hate it when you call me that.”
Micheal stretched out in the back seat and tried to quiet his racing thoughts. What was he going to say? How was he going to say it? If he were in their shoes, how would he want to hear the news? How will they react? He had years of training and a 4 year degree in psychology, but books and classrooms don’t prepare you for this.