The Real Chapter 23
On the Road… Again
Kit lay sprawled out on the hotel bed, bored out of his mind. Fred occasionally flitted in and out of the room, tweaking his own physical makeup with Kit's help.
Heaving a sigh, Kit turned his attention once more to Overhaulin', watching a team of crack builders completely overhaul an Oldsmobile 442 coupe. He brought a cup of iced coffee to his lips, choked, and doubled over coughing as his manual sent a searing heat through his right thigh.
"Ow! Okay, okay, I'm getting it…"
He juggled his manual from one hand to the other, then finally dropped it onto the carpet, where it began to smolder, then cooled down enough for Kit to flip it to the messages section.
GET OUT OF VERMONT. NEW ORLEANS, LA. MEET YOU THERE.
Tom/Carl
Kit stared, then jumped horribly as Nita took the opportunity to zap him in the ribs.
As Kit rolled onto his back, temporarily paralyzed, Nita grinned and punched him genially in the arm. "Hey, Kit," she chuckled. "Louisiana sounds good this time of year…"
Kit, regaining control of his limbs, pounced on her, laughing, "Yeah, it does," as he pinned her to the floor.
Nita playfully fought him, then gave in and let him extract the car keys from her pocket. Her gray eyes sparkling, she hoisted herself off the floor and began tossing her possessions into her duffel bag and her otherspace claudication.
After fifteen minutes of packing, Nita let loose the mass-cleaning spell that she'd used so many times in her own home and fled the room before it could get to her own junk.
They hurriedly checked out, and even before the hotel grandfather clock chimed 1 PM, the red Mustang pulled out of the lot and onto the highway, leaving behind quite a few happy memories.
A/N: Sorry this was so dang short.... I didn't have enough time to crank out any more. And I apologize for taking… consults calendar four whole months to update… I promise Louisiana will be better than this… again, sorry, and thanks for your patience.
Viper676