Neeka was the last one in the shop that day.

The truck engine she was rebuilding had been spectacularly dirty and the job had taken a very long time.

She was covered in grease, oil and dirt. The Fast Orange container was naturally empty.

"I'll clean up when I get home," she thought.

She turned out the lights and headed for her truck across the more or less empty parking lot.

Neeka stopped to appreciate the sunset over the mountains then climbed into the ancient vehicle and headed home.