Sophia, me, and the kids are driving down a country road; it's close to sunset. We're going to meet her uncle at his cabin in the woods so we can borrow his pressure washer.
We turn onto a dirt path, heading west, and the reddened sky looms over us, bleeding through tall dark trees.
"This is starting to look like Evil Dead 2," I say.
Sophia says, "Everything in my family looks like Evil Dead 2."