"No," is soft and desperate, a plea for anything to start making sense—and at the same time, he disappears. No scuffle, no puff of smoke, just nothing there for Nux's hand to find. Nothing at all nearby but the abandoned site, the exhausted car, the evening air getting chillier by the minute.

But he hasn't been made to forget Cole, not just now, and though it might seem like he's alone now, he isn't. Won't be. He can't be here right now, but he can't leave him here, either.

What a mess.