Cassie was taking her turn at the wheel with Jack stretched out in the backseat supposedly napping. She could see his eyes were open though, his brow set in a look of concentrated worry.

"Jack." She watched him jump slightly at her voice through the rear-view mirror. "We're gonna find him." Her voice was quiet but calming as she caught his eye in the mirror. "He called you and he's waiting for us to come. He'll be there."

Jack nodded at her anxious but hopeful. It was like reassuring a little kid. Jack was still so much like a child that sometimes it overwhelmed her. Pilot too hadn't struck her as someone terribly capable of taking care of himself but he'd managed to make it somehow this far. She hoped he really was there and that she wasn't lying to him.

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Cassie stopped at a gas station just outside of Idaho. Jack had finally nodded off and was sleeping like the dead. He didn't even move when she slammed the car door shut. After refueling, the almost empty tank, she went inside to pay.

"You got coffee?" She asked the man at the counter. He was an older man who reeked of cigars and had crooked yellow teeth. He pointed to a silver pot in the back next to the sticky looking snow cone machine. She didn't want to even think about when it was last washed. She felt his eyes on her the whole way there. It was something she was almost used too considering her career choices. She snagged a couple of breakfast Danishes as well and then made her way back to the counter.

As the man was ringing her up her eyes fell on a display of maps. She plucked the cheapest one off the rack and threw it on the counter. "You ever heard of a town called Regan?"

The man's face lit up. "I sure have. My brother used ta live right near there." Big dumb and helpful. This she could handle.

"Is it a big town?"

"Regan? Nah, it's real tiny. I betchya even have trouble findin it on dat map a yers."

Cassie wanted to point out that it was his shitty useless map that didn't have the town marked on it but instead smiled real wide and fake.

He eagerly spread the map open on the counter and started circling landmarks with a red pen.

After ten minutes of Cigar-Breath breathing down her neck she had a pretty good idea of where they had to go. She thanked him and hurried out of there before his eyes burned a hole through her.

When she got back in the car Jack was awake and ready to drive again, with the crumpled up map in her lap she started directing him.

It's was almost dusk when Cassie gasped and yelled at Jack to stop the car.