You stop by the graveyard
"Stop by the Graveyard" by Ludwig van Oblivion
This is where the driver's mother, Ananetanite Wesentle, is buried. It's a sunny day, and a third mile walk from the fuel-depleted car; the solar battery will slowly gather up more juice while you two waste time here.
The graveyard is clean, so far as it goes, and many stones have blazing flowers around them. Nicolm's mother's grave is massive: a black twisting spire, some sorta weird Uglavarian culture thing. He spent twenty-thousand dollars to ship her body here after she died of radiation poisoning, and today he is sobbing and crying on his knees in front of the spire.
You wander about the grounds to give him a more private moment. Not much you can say or do when it gets to that. Hey, now. What is that? A hand is sticking out of the earth! And it is struggling!
"Nicolm!" you call out, a little freaked, "You gotta get over and check this out!"