Nothing comes when he shouts, so he turns to checking the car. Over, under, inside. Nothing there either but his precious new weapon, not even squished under the seats.

Nux steps out again. Kicks at the fire pit like maybe something's underground for just one second before he realizes that's a dumb idea, so he goes for the tent. Gets on his hands and knees and crawls into it, looking around-- not much to look at. It's one empty, dust-stained space, save a dull green sleeping bag curled into one corner. Fascinated by this, in such good condition, he scoots over and opens it up. Like a slit-open bloodbag! Minus the heat and the guts and spilling fluids. Nux examines the dirty gray plaid of the inside, somewhat marveling over the pattern and how pristinely it's been preserved.

Yet, Cole is not here either.