Nathan sat in the blue Mustang convertible with the engine off and studied at the map. He rubbed an short, rounded ear, the edge of his dark, bandit-like mask, then shrugged his slim shoulders. “Well, Lina, we’re completely lost.”

Lina munched on a stick of bamboo, deep in her seat, observing the endless fields of yellow around her. Reaching over, she grabbed the map from Nate’s hands, turned it upside-down, and returned it without saying a word.

“Oh!” The ferret’s eyes brightened and he studied the map again. “Mmm-hmm. OK. Yup. I got it!”

Lina looked at him expectantly.

“We’re still completely lost.”

“Woo hoo!” Lina threw her pudgy arms up in celebration, then laughed. “Success! Well, mostly. I’m pretty sure we’re still in Saskatchewan.”

“How can you tell? There’s no landmarks.”

“That’s how I can tell.”

From the back seat of the bright blue Mustang, the raccoon groaned from under the blanket, sticking her nose out into the warm summer sun. “Even in the middle of nowhere, I’m getting the Nate and Lina Comedy Show,” she complained.  “I get that you need to stretch your legs now and then, but if you want me to drive tonight, I’m gonna need the shut-eye.” She paused, her half-asleep brain catching up with the conversation. “Wait, we’re lost?”

Lina mmm-hmmed. “Yup. We’ve been successful.”

The girl in the back seat stretched, pushing her toes over the lip of the car side and sighed. “Just head south until you hit the Trans-Canada. It’s not like you’re going to miss it,” she said. She grunted, pulling the blanket up over her nose again.

“Not yet, Bernadette.” Nate almost singsonged it. “Here, you’re up, take a look around. There is no where quite as nowhere as this in existance, I bet.”

Bernadette sighed, and rotated upright to sit in the back seat and look around groggily, blinking. Yellow fields stretched in all directions: canola, not wheat. They were pulled over to the side of the road, and the road continued to the horizon in front and behind, without a signpost in sight. Or anything else, either. Bernadette looked around with more effort. No farmhouse, no cross road, no nothing. Just the road they were on and fields of canola dancing gently in the warm, summer wind.

“Wow,” she said. “I’m glad we have the lake at home. This is… I mean…”

“Yeah.” Lina nodded.

Nate listened to the insects buzz, and inhaling deeply. “Yeah.”

Bernadette sighed. “I’m going to have nightmares of this place if I don’t get out of the prairies soon. Where are we?”

“Lost,” Nathan repeated. Bernadette glared at him. “On a farm road somewhere southwest of Saskatoon,” he added.

Bernadette yawned wide and rotated herself back to lie, curled up, on the back seat, seat belt around her hips, blanket tucked around her. “Get unlost and wake me somewhere around Medicine Hat, would you? I want to make it to Vegas sometime tomorrow night.”