Ill have to, if im to get anywhere. A look of dismay overspread her piquant face. Oh, dear. I dont in the least understand this machinery. I cant drive this kind of car. Glory be. Exclaimed mr. Dyke. I mean, thats too bad, he amended gracefully. Wont you let me take you where you want to go. Whatll become of your van, then. Besides, i havent any idea where i want to go. What. Are you, too, like myself, a wandering homeseeker on the face of an overpopulated earth, miss.