Jack and Pilot were still on the move after what Jack had done back in Vagas - Though, after a few hours of driving they eventually pulled into some bar to stop, needing to have a break before continuing their way to Seattle.

We pull up in the old car. I, Pilot, was a little dazed, eyes half lidded, mostly from being high. Jack drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before promptly getting out of the car, bee-lining his way to the bar, leaving me and you in the backseat of the car.

It was dark outside, the faint glow of the buildings lights illuminated the parking lot in a very soft glow. And the inside of the car was dimly lit, the subtle scent of weed evident.