Sarah glanced at the display for the HVAC on the Dodge Ram and read the outside temperature. "Just great" she thought to herself, "98 degrees outside and the AC on this new truck is already malfunctioning." "At least the traffic is light so we should get back to the house within an hour."

She then glanced over at Cameron, sitting in the passenger's seat. She noticed Cameron wasn't sitting upright and scanning the horizon like usual, rather she had the seat back slightly reclined, and was slouching a bit and staring out the window with a rather pensive expression on her face. "If she were human, I might actually ask her if something was preoccupying her mind," Sarah thought. "But she's not, this is probably just another one of her odd behaviors she's picked up since her chip was damaged."
"At least she's sitting still and being quiet."
"I thought we were never going get their this morning as tense and fidgety as she was earlier."

At the behest of Cameron and Derek, Sarah and Cameron headed out into the desert early that morning to meet a weapons dealer so they could restock some of their basic necessities. Although things like ammo can be bought at places Wal-Mart, they don't sell in bulk. And then there's the issue with the security cameras. It was easier to go into the desert and buy what they needed out of the trunk of a car.

With the exception of the annoying and twitchy cyborg, everything went smooth and according to plan. The dealer didn't try to act like a cowboy, nor did he offer a discount in exchange for intimate favors as most of those scumbags frequently do. Most importantly, he didn't have a few dozen ATF agents hiding in the bushes waiting to make a bust. Not much more you can really ask for.

The miles went by as they made their way back home on this hot day. Sarah was torn between focusing on the drive or trying to think of cooler things.

As they approached the upcoming exit, Cameron snapped back to her alert state, looked over at Sarah, and rather abruptly "Sarah, pull off at this exit, we need to stop."
"What for?" was Sarah's slightly annoyed response. It was hot, and she wanted to get home and feel the comfort of their working AC.
With an insistent tone Cameron replied "we really need to stop now."

As much as she disliked taking orders from a machine, she knew when Cameron was "insisting" on something, and also knew that if she didn't pull off at the exit, Cameron would have made her do it. Sarah wasn't in the mood for a confrontation so she moved over to the off-ramp.

They found themselves in a medium size town on the outskirts of LA. They were a few gas stations, shopping centers, and a mix of fast food, and sit-down restaurants.
"Pull into the parking lot at the Olive Garden and shut off the engine." Cameron said.
As Sarah was doing so she looked at Cameron. "Let me guess, some resistance fighters jumped through during the seventies, and they had the parts to a plasma rifle hidden in their asses, which they then hid in the ceiling of this place which was a disco dance club?" Sarah said with a condescending smirk on her face.
"No, there is no plasma rifle here" Cameron said.
"Well, why are we stopping here?"
"I'm hungry" was Cameron's reply as the door on the truck slammed shut.