[ Is the worm finally done chasing them? Wolfwood can't see any sign of it in the mirror, and they've been on sturdy bedrock for awhile now. He risks slowing just enough that he can turn and take a good look behind and around the car: there's nothing but sand, and sky, and distant cliffs. No worm.

Good. He slows the car to a normal driving speed, which is still fast as hell, but without that worrying whine coming from the engine. ]

All right, Wormbait, this car's going to December. I'll drop you off on the way or you can get out now, your choice.