Rachel was a nurse, and she worked very hard. On Friday, she finally had a free evening, and she was driving three hours to see her daughter's school play. Halfway there, a strange noise came from under the car. Then white smoke began to rise from the front. RachelNo. Not today. Please, not today. She stopped on the side of the road and called a tow truck. An hour later, her car arrived at a small garage in a town she had never heard of. The sign above the door said: "Walt's Garage — Since 1989." Rachel had already imagined the worst: a new engine, two thousand dollars, and no play.