Port Colombia, Washington

"What do you mean, you have to go to Colorado? You don't even like to leave your appartment, and now you're going to Colorado. Are you insane?"

Detective Daryl Albrecht looked at Eric like he'd just escaped from a mental health institute, and was wondering when the men in the white shirts were going to come pick him up again.

Eric just shrugged at Daryl's question.

"Its just something I have to do. I don't expect you to understand, hell, I don't even understand, but I need to go to Colorado."

Daryl shook his head, confused and stunned at Eric's abrupt announcement.

"What's going on, a Crow convention in Colorado Springs or something?"

Eric glanced at him, brief supprise folowed by mischief. "Something like that."

Daryl paused, key in the ignition, and turned to look at Eric.

"You're joking, right? Because I was just joking. And this is the punch line that I forgot to tell, right. Right?"

Eric sighed. "Daryl. When was the last time that you heard me tell a joke, hmm? If you can remember me ever telling you a joke, excluding when I was...not me, then this can be a joke."

The Detective, sighed, and started the car. Eric was right. He never told jokes, except for when he...wasn't himself. When he was the Crow, he was a regual stand up comedian. Silently, Daryl shook his head, wondering if Eric had that type of sense of humor when he was alive.

He pulled out of the police parking lot, once again wondering excatly how Eric had gotten into the car again. Daryl always checked his car before getting into it, yet every time Eric had wanted to talk to him he just appeared in the car. When Daryl had checked the car, no one had been in it. Seconds after he opened the door, and got in, when he'd turned for just a second to get the door closed, Eric had been sitting in the passenger seat, a small smirk on his face. Daryl had just sighed.

"So. When are you leaving?" Daryl glanced at him, taking his eyes off the road for just a few seconds, then turning back. Silently he braced himself for the arguments to come, because no mater what, he wasn't letting Eric go to Colorado by himself.

"Tomorrow, after the club closes." The club was the Blackout, where the owner, India, had given Eric a job as a bouncer. Eric was supprisingly good at it, considering all he'd ever been was a musician. But then again, considering his other...occupation, it wasn't all that suprising that he'd be able to spot trouble when it appeared at the door.

"Ok. I'm coming with you."

Daryl drove in silence for about a minute before stopping at a red light, and turning to look at his silent passenger.

"What? You thought I was going to refuse your help? Daryl. I'm dead, not stupid."

Daryl sat there in stunned silence, until the honking of the cars behind him finally registed. With a start, he turned back to the road before him, and continued driving.

"You thought I was going to tell you to butt out, or to mind your own business, didn't you."

"Well....yeah."

"Sorry to dissapoint you. Besides, I could do with the company. And possably the help."

Daryl glanced at him, an incredulous look on his face. "My help? How could I possably help you?"

"Daryl. I'm heading for a maximum security Air Force base. I could probably do with all the help I can get."

Daryl stopped the car for another red light, and Eric glanced around, making sure that no one was looking directly at him, and waited for Daryl's reaction.

"Oh. Well, when you put it that way, how could I possably refuse. Wait a minute.....A WHAT??"

But it was too late, Eric had dissapeared, as soon as he saw the information start to sink in.

"What does he want with a maximum security AIR FORCE base? What the hell is going on here??"

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