Spitz strolled around, wrench in one hand, whistling as he walked, tapping his wrench on the ground. He headed back into the Diamond Garage, closing the door. He looked around, to check if Dribble was in sight. No sign of the big dog. He must be asleep, Spitz concluded. Spitz then made his way over to the cab and let himself in, sitting down in the passenger's seat. He liked just sitting in the cab. It made him feel comfortable. He reached out a hand and tapped the dashboard for a beat, then started singing. Yes, singing. Even though it didn't really sound like singing, and even though other people would cover their ears when Spitz sang, he d