Journey - Part 2 (need EDIT)

I said "hi" to Andrew and all thoughts of doubt and anxiousnes just dissappeared. His expression was so neutral you'd think we saw eachother just yesterday and that we weren't in the forest in the middle of nowhere. He made a bit of small talk about what he'd been doing in Amsterdam, and I did the same, at the first silence I asked, "So, where is our ride?", oh, it's just through here, it'll be here in just a bit," "here where?" I thought but didn't say, there was nothing where he was pointing. He asked if I had cigarrettes, I told him I didn't. He searched around in his pockets and fished one out from one of the smaller ones, all bent and months old but intact(?), he lit it and he smoked in silence, and in the darkness. When he finished he calmly threw it on the ground, stepped on it and said "this way." I followed him through the woods. In some more dense bushes I strode in pushing some branches out of the way, and it got darker and darker but he clearly knew where he was going so I kept following. We reach a sort of wall, I assume it's a wall as everything around us is the same black. Andrew feels the wall with his hand and then pats it. It makes a soft metallic sound. He then knocks on the wall loudly. I feel confused and look around for no reason. After a while the wall opens, it's actually a truck door. There is a ladder and on top the cabinet has a faint red light like a photography studio. "Come on up, I fell asleep, we have plenty of time still, come on, come on." Andrew obeys without hesitation, I watch him climb the ladder paralysed then start up behind him, not wanting to be left behind. When I get there Andrew is already sitting comfortably in the middle seat, smiling and greeting the driver, evidently a right-hand side vehicle. "Jonas this is our ride, Henry. Henry this is my friend Jonas." "Hi there, nice to meet you," says Henry, I say the same. Henry is in his early thirties, slight belly but also muscled guy like an MMA fighter. He has a green plaid shirt and a baseball cap even though there's only darkness through the windshield. I want to be sure of some things, "So we are crossing the river Styx, the river to hell." I try to sound as neutral as I can with this incredulous statement. Henry replies "Well, technically it's not a actually a river, it's hard to define exactly what it is, but a "river" is one decent interpretation of what it is. As for hell, that's also not quite where we're taking our cargo, it's a bit more complicated, but actually on Soul-Trucks we're not allowed past the toll booth of the... "gate to hell" let's call it, and frankly, I don't know what's beyond, it's not in the job description." I want to ask Henry what he studied and where he is from but I feel silly think about it and just nod and say "I see... when are we going?" "We're still ahead of schedule, can't leave before it's time, do you want a cigarette?" "Yes" Andrew answers for me. Henry tilts his head and looks at me. I nod, "Yes, thanks." We smoke our cigarettes looking at the black windshield, Henry flips a switch and the red light is replaced by a soft whie light coming from the ceiling of the cabinet. It has no trace of yellow, reminds me of my old kitchen, yet somehow more cozy. We finish our cigaretters. Do you like your job?" I ask ridiculously. "It pays well, it's seasonal work, half the year I'm doing this, the other half I'm doing nothing." He starts the truck without emotion and let's it run, probably it has to warm up. "There's always plenty of work all year round and just enough truckers for it. Not so so many because the journeys are so long." They are? "And you need to be comfortable not sleeping for a few more hours than usual." He shifts into first gear, and is adjusting his seat. Where are we going? Forwards? How? (tbc)