The crew looked at each other with nervous energy.
"Maybe we should call the director now?"
It had been twenty minutes since they entered the motorway.
"No, it's fine," Averie said with a reminiscent of a dodgy realtor. "No need to trouble him."
But there was no stopping the crew members.
"Just for good measure," they repeated.
After a brief ring, the call was picked up.
With the amusement of an old man holding his newborn grandchild for the first time, the director, who had some idea about what was going on, instructed them to continue.
"What choice do we have?"
Although he said that, his voice was a bit too elated.
"At least, it will make for a good show. Don't lose any footage. The little cameras set inside the car are working, right?"
Disappointment. That's what they received from their boss.
But before they could protest, a voice similar to that of a raging goddess pierced through the speaker.
"Averie!"
