The next morning an oppressive and chilling drizzle baptized the soggy group as they clambered aboard the bus.  Krik took the wheel this time and the first indication that all was not going to be well this day, was when the old battery refused to turn over.  After struggling with a push start, the bus picked up speed easily enough and cruised through the countryside.  However, it was difficult to see where they were going since the windshield wipers failed to enlighten the driver.  "Hey, can't you get any more heat out of this thing, it's cold in here" grumbled Queleena.  "Yeah, and how about some music on the radio, huh?" demanded Bull.  "And turn the lights on why don'tcha" piped Gabelli, "it's dark in here."

wiring is all screwed up

"Can't, can't, can't" snarled Krik, "The electrical system's shot and I'm tryin' to find the way to Syndoria's place.  She kin fix this for us."  However it didn't look like this crowd was going anywhere since when the bus rounded the bend, they came upon the soggy embers of the campfire from the night before.