[He has to run inside to get the keys from the drawer where The Betty kept them. It makes him sad, but glad: there's some sign of her existence, after all. He hurries back to the garage, with its open door. He's learned enough here already to very graciously open the driver's side and hand her in, before seating himself in the passenger side. He notes she's chosen the fortress-like sedan.]

I'm ready. What first?