Timeless - Part 8

 Tony started the car again and drove back onto the road. “I need to do some serious thinking, and I’m tired. I’m going to stop by a restaura- I mean, a place to get food. “Oh, good,” Farlough said with relief, patting his stomach. “I'm hungry.” About five miles later, Tony pulled into a fast food restaurant. Farlough stared at the sign. “Who’s Mc. Donald?” Tony rolled his eyes and got out of the car. Farlough followed him, and the two went inside the restaurant. The place was nearly empty. Tony walked up to the counter and ordered a coffee. Farlough, after several minutes of staring at the menu, selected a hamburger and a soda, not knowing what either of them were. Tony paid and handed Farlough a cup. Farlough stared inside of it. “It’s empty.” “Uhh... Yeah, it is,” Tony replied. “You need to get it from there.” He pointed at a soda fountain. After another minute of careful consideration, Farlough settled for a Sprite. "Now what?" Tony groaned and grabbed the cup from Farlough. He filled it to the top with Sprite and handed it back to him. By that time, their order was ready. Tony selected a table near the door, just in case they needed to exit quickly. Tony sipped his coffee. Farlough watched Tony. "Seriously, how many of those have you had in the past 24 hours? It tastes awful, and it can't be good for you." Tony pretended he didn't hear him. Farlough unwrapped his burger and stared at it in silence. "You're supposed to eat it," Tony whispered. "I knew that," Farlough said with a glare. He took a hefty bite of the burger. Lettuce spilled out of the back. Then, acting as if he knew exactly what he was doing, he took an enormous gulp of his soda, and promptly misted the floor. Tony forced a cough to cover up his laughter. The rest of the meal was normal. Farlough finished the rest of his burger in three bites, and didn't touch the soda again. Tony took longer. He didn't speak, and the only time he would move would be when he took a sip of his coffee. Finally, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. “We can’t go back to the house,” he said. “Of course not.” “We can’t hide.” “Right.” “We can run, but they’ll catch up eventually.” “Mmm hmm.” “So, I don’t know what to do.” Tony said with a shrug. “Well, we’ve been here for a while and they haven’t found us yet . . . right?” Tony glanced through the nearby window and suddenly sat up straight. "Hey, where the heck is our car?"