"Yumi. Yumi? Where do you think she went? Where are we going?"
"I don't know and I don't care. There is a nest in my hair. Tell me when to turn."
"Where do teenage girls go after they steal motorcycles?"
"My hair."
"Do you think Rangiku knows? I think she's out of town. What's her number?"
"If anyone sees me like this I'll have to kill them. Then kill myself."
"She was going to some... woman thing. Costume party? Convention!"
"Not you. Imagine you judging my hair. Nope. You're safe."
"That's it!" Ikkaku pumped his fist through the open roof and slapped Yumichika on the shoulder. Yumichika jumped out of his stupor and stared, letting the jeep roll to a stop. "She wanted to go to the woman convention thing! In California! That's why she left!"
"That thing? I thought the captain said she couldn't go. She wouldn't go if he said that."
Ikkaku flapped his hand in dismissal. "No, no, I just lied about that. He wasn't answering his phone. I think he forgot to turn it on. She probably found out and got mad at me." He skimmed his hand thoughtfully over his smooth head. "Now I think of it, that's probably why I had drool all over my head when I woke up."
"So she's driving the captain's bike all the way to California? She has 1500 miles to get lost between here and there! We'll never find her!"
"I bet she took that old map the captain keeps lying around. Even SHE can't get lost on Route 66. Well, according to the map."
"That old thing? It's ancient! Route 66 doesn't even exist anymore! Parts of the road are literally gone!"
"... so she'd definitely take it."
"Yeah, she would. Let's go." Yumichika directed the jeep back out onto the road and toward the venerable, much-beloved byway. The sky was just beginning to hint at the coming dawn. Garage dust wafted behind them into the distance.