"Doc?"

"Yeah?"

"Did we hit someone with the car just now?"

Doc's pale-knuckled grip refused to loosen on the steering wheel. "Maybe?"

Donut was still leaned over in the seat, his hands over most of his face. Doc's arm twitched, and he thought about reaching over like he had before... well, before they had just ran someone over. It was still a lot to process for Doc, and he wasn't even sure he had started to really let it sink in. It looked like one of the only ways he was going to do anything was to take things one small bit of information at a time.

Donut spoke up again. "I think it's time I told you the whole truth."

Doc nodded. He supposed he could do that too. His eyes started to scan the area around the car, looking for anywhere they could stop and hide. Hiding had seemed to work better than running, at any rate. "No secrets?"

Donut sighed, his body limp and still hunched over. "No secrets." He looked up as Doc turned into a motel parking lot. "Maybe it'll make sense if you hear all of it."

Carolina couldn't help but think of her parents during times like this, and she hated it more than anything else. She paced around a barren room, and in front of Simmons. Simmons wasn't moving, frozen stiff and wide-eyed, his hands folded in his lap with fingers tightly locked. More guilt piled itself in Carolina's head as he sat stock-still on a cheap hotel bed. But right now wasn't the time for an unprofessional therapy session.

As far as Carolina could tell, it wasn't the right time for anything other than revenge. But she was stuck, and two of the people that had the biggest edge in getting Donut back we're probably in the same place as him. And not in the good, "currently saving the day" kind of way. The guilt would have weighed her down entirely, if her own acidic anger wasn't eating away at it constantly. There was nowhere that either of them could go. Going to her old employer was out of the question, and she didn't have the guns or authority that she used to. And suffice to say, she wasn't the maverick that her father always said her mother could be. Carolina bit her lip. Her father never really talked about anything else but her, even so long after she died.

She stopped pacing to take another look at the laptop. It hadn't updated since last time, and Carolina didn't know how much she trusted it. But it was more than nothing, and if Grif and Tucker were gone, then she had to figure out how to get them back. Bugged or not, she couldn't trash it just yet.

And then there was that truck from before. It had crashed in a way that let her escape, and that seemed too intentional to let go of. She wondered if it was even useful to think about it, and decided it wasn't. At least, not while Grif and Tucker were still gone.

...And Simmons still hasn't moved. The unending thirst for vengeance slowed down enough for that guilt to come back, and she sighed. "Hey."

Simmons didn't look up, but murmured something Carolina couldn't hear.

Maybe there was time for some therapy. It's not like Carolina could do much if her only lead was a human statue. She tried again. "Listen-"

"You know this is my fault, right?"

"That doesn't make any sense." Doc drew the curtains closed, and leaned by door.

Donut bounced his leg repeatedly, his arms folded across his chest as he stared into the floor. "It doesn't make sense because no one's ever heard of something like this before. But it's the truth." He unfolded one arm and bit his knuckle. "And because I wasn't careful, Grif's going to get hurt."

"You keep talking about this like you know where he is-"

"I saw him!" Donut threw his arms out in frustration. "We crashed into that car, there was an opening in the middle, and he was there! He got taken, and I have to do something about it." He crossed his arms again, scowling.

Doc rubbed his eyes, calmer despite the worsening situation they were in. "I don't know what you expect me to do."

"Well, if we're going to fix this, I need you to get the wifi password."

"Isn't there guest wifi?"

"It isn't strong enough for what I need to do." He got up, and walked towards the curtains. "There's nobody outside, so we should be able to-" he stopped himself, and pushed the curtains open by a few more inches.

"What, what is it?" Doc went to peer through the opening when Donut placed a hand on his chest. He stopped, and saw the shadow of a person walk away from the door they came out of and down towards lobby.

Donut walked back, and shut the curtains again. "Okay, change of plans." He walked past Doc and placed his hand on the doorknob. "We're going into the room two doors left of us. Stay behind me."

Doc reached past Donut and put his arm in front of him. "Why? Do you know what happens every time we leave somewhere?"

"Yeah, I know. But I know what I'm doing." He gently pushed Doc's arm out of the way. "I just need you to trust me." He stared straight at the door, pointedly not looking at Donut. "And then, after all this, you won't have to deal with me ever again."

Doc wanted to reply and say that wasn't what he meant at all, but Donut had already opened the door and was walking fast to the right. Doc patted the pocket that held his key, and followed quickly behind him.

He was about to turn back and drag Donut with him when he stopped at the door that other person had just left. They stood there, for a second, before Doc poked Donut in the side. "Hey, are you gonna knock or what?"

"Just wait." They stood there for another few seconds, and Donut heard a strange electronic noise come from inside the room, followed by the shouts of a confused and panicked person.

"What's going on?"

Donut smirked wickedly, and Doc's throat tightened. "Just a little dramatic presentation."

Donut couldn't even knock a second time before Simmons threw open the door and pulled them both in.