Jenna gave him a friendly push into the car, and then climbed up behind him, she crept over to a stack of hay that was used to soak up what ever was in the barrels that filled the car, should they leak.
Hal climbed in last and settled down near the door as he pulled it shut slowly and quietly.

Andrew didn't know if to laugh or cry at the irony, the barely any sound the old man made closing the door, compared to the ruckus he made last time. Still, he was glad it was relatively warm, and that he wouldn't have to walk any more. His voice barely a whisper, he said: "Hey... is it alright to talk now... or when the train starts?"