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[Kurt leans forward, resting his weight on the corner of the countertop he's sitting upon. In the foreground, Angels holds a hand to her chest, looking drained but amiable.]

Kurt: STILL. Should only be a few more miles. We could make it there today if we're lucky. What do you think, Ange?
Angela: Kurt, I will be ALL RIGHT. It's just a sprained ankle.

[Much later, a brilliant purple and orange sunset fills the sky over Columbus. The rain has stopped and the clouds are breaking up.]