Being cut off from any sensory stimulation, your mind begins to wander. And wander. And wander. By the time you realize what is going on, it is about in France(in the event you live in or near France, insert, say, Nebraska). And it makes a whole hell of a lot of pitstops along the way. It cashes all its traveler's cheques and empties its bank accounts, and calls you to bring it back home.

The excruciatingly long drive home is arguably the most uncomfortable one ever experienced. Without prompt, it spills out all of your worries, fears, and hopeless dreams. What you really want, but can never get is never as readily apparent than at this time. You ask it to stop, as you need to concentrate on finding your exit, and it does. For about 30 seconds. As quickly as it stopped, it starts up again. You start half-listening and miss your exit. Bastard. After cursing your passenger for missing your only exit for another 200 miles, you set up for the near-infinite loop of this. Night(of the scenario, its already actually night) finally falls, and your cargo grows silent. After what seems like several eternities, you finally get where you want to, and finally find the road home.

Now repeat this every night.