i followed my mother to the drugstore , where they sold ice cream at a soda fountain in the rear . `` then we bid you good day . '' how on earth did you make it through that ? '' it was one vast room , as wide as the ship , but crowded by vast steel shapes . my hands were tightly bound behind me . mias last thought was that she was dreaming . there 's a popular movement amongst independent truckers lately that hopes to change that principal . 