“You know, race cars can't go backwards,” He says.

“What?” She asks after a moment. She's as surprised by the strangeness of his statement as she is surprised to find that he's awake. Has he been awake this whole time, simply lying awake just like her, without saying anything until now?

“If you put it in reverse and mash on the accelerator, you still go forward. Confucius say, race car backward is the same thing as race car forward,” He explains.

“Go to sleep. It's late, you're tired. I don't think you know what you're saying at this point. Well, then again, I don't think you knew what you were saying to begin with.”

He's nearly too tired to argue. She has just decided that he has fallen asleep when he replies, “You first.”