No.  Things are not okay.

I don't think that they ever will be again.

And then we fell off of the road. We were tossed around inside of the cabin as if a gigantic, angry child had taken hold of the RV and given it a mighty shake, then thrown it to the side. Hours later, everything stopped moving. "Janine?" I called out, smelling smoke. "Hunter?" Janine mumbled something in response. "I think something is on fire in here," I said, dislodging my leg from where it had somehow gotten stuck underneath a seat. "There is a fire extinguisher in one of the pantries," Hunter told me.