Inferno

A helpless man and woman fall into a trap from which there is no escape but death. Inferno, written by Peter Fernandez. Mr. Did you see that sign? Uh, which one, dear? The last one in front of that gas station we just passed.

No, Mrs. What did it say? It suggested that we check our oil, water, and gas because it's over 50 miles to the next station. We've got enough gas for at least twice that, did we?

Well, you know best, dear. Mm-hmm. You tired, children? Yes. And warm. Well, I'm afraid I can't turn the air conditioner any higher. It's a desert out there. Must be 130 in that sunlight. A hundred and thirty, just imagine.

Yep. That's real, that's it, all right. Remember in school, the history book? Mm-hmm. Our forefather's crossing that and without air conditioning. conditioning two miles an hour behind a couple of oxen and not even a road I don't know how they did it there I snapped a good picture of that clump of cactus we just passed you better save some film money before we might as well

get pictures of everything not every year that you get transferred clear across the country to California when we stopped for the picnic lunch that you had that restaurant makeup I'm gonna find something real colorful maybe around those mazes out there you want some shots of those won't you all right last she has made

me so drowsy I think I'll take a little nap good idea I'll wake you when I find a good spot to have our last year couldn't it's six I don't know just saw this old dirt road leading off the highway these hills old mining road probably so we could follow it a bit about time for lunch I promise you be careful dear