45,237 Words... The End is Coming?

I have no idea how my novel will possibly be over in 5,000 words. I am seriously going to have to make some things happen. What I had imagined happening throughout the entire book at the beginning is now going to happen in 5,000 words. In any case, one way or the other, it will be over in 3 days.
I have a couple of excerpts for you, trying not to reveal too much, not that anything much is happening, but my characters are figuring things out... too bad I don't really know what is going on!
First, here is Alice and Jackie...

“I’m not sure. I believe they are hiding. I believe they feel, as you do, that the storm is about to break. I believe these people have learned the hard way to steer clear. I hope that’s what it is. The truth is, though at some point we may have to care, we are going to have to set them aside for now. What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does…” Jackie finished, a far off look in his eyes.
Words cannot describe how Alice felt as she heard these words, but I will try anyway. First, she felt annoyed to once again hear what she considered the completely forgettable line from Hagrid’s film, The Devil’s Lube. Its ubiquity never failed to astonish her and irritate her in equal measure. Second, it once again brought back memories of Jake, and his insistence on speaking the line in his wretched version of Hagrid’s thick West Country accent. Third, the actual meaning of the words, which she felt had been lost in the shockingly underwhelming context of ‘The Devil’s Lube’ finally struck home. She knew, as she contemplated Jackie’s words, that she would find the courage to face whatever was coming, but most importantly, Jackie had used the word ‘we’, and for perhaps the first time in her life, Alice had someone to share her burden. She wasn’t quite sure yet that he was a friend, and maybe he wasn’t, but they were in this together.
She smiled, tears in her eyes as she outwardly calmly managed the emotion that was overwhelming her on the inside. “Ok,” she said, “I’m ready. Tell me what we’re up against.”

Second excerpt... on to Jake and Gordon...

“This doesn’t make any sense” Gordon intoned, for what was perhaps the fiftieth time that day, as he rummaged through the papers. Jake and Gordon were well over halfway toward their destination of Black Wood, Ontario. Jake had been pressing the pedal of his 1986 white convertible Volkswagen Rabbit to the floor the entire way. This was considerably less impressive than it sounds. Jake had bought the car on a whim, in a fit of nostalgia over the movie “Can’t Buy Me Love,” one of Jake’s all time favourites. The car had not been in ‘mint’ condition at the time of purchase, in 2005, and it certainly had not improved with age. He rarely drove, and when he did, it was usually short distances and typically under duress. Jake suspected, and was quite right, that if the classic car that the film had made the most popular car for teenage girls for 1987, 1989, and 1990, made it to its destination, it would be its last hurrah. Even as the pedal touched the floor, the car was barely making 70 kilometers an hour.
A particularly aggressive driver in a red Nissan Juke had been so incensed by Jake’s highway speed that he had slowed down as he passed the Rabbit, rolled down his window, and yelled something incoherent. Jake had been glad to not understand the advice the driver was offering, but even happier when Gordon had unceremoniously flipped the man the bird. Gordon was a much better road trip mate than he had imagined he could be. Despite this, Jake was losing his patience with Gordon’s repetitious denial of the sensibility of the facts they continued to uncover as Gordon waded through the documents they had taken from the underground archives.
“Okay, let’s just both agree that none of this,” Jake gestured at everything within range “makes sense, and move past it. What have you found out?