At the dinner he had been anxious to leave. Immediately after leaving the parking lot of motel he felt like he lost something. This phase was now over. It was goodbye to Sammy. The Motel. And those dance lessons he used to do. He would never see them again.

But there was something greater he was saying 

goodbye

to. A life on the run. This whole escape he had pulled off. With Denver going cross country. The man in the expensive suit exploding. Meeting all these random people.

It had all been a distraction. Maybe this goodbye was so scary because it was actually closer to a 

hello

. Revisiting an old intimate person. Not a friend. Not an enemy. Rather an inevitable phenomenon.

On the highway he drove at night. Light pods floated in the distance. Other people had places to be. Marc hoped that they were heading back to family. He wouldn't wish his lonesome life on anyone. He had nobody who was waiting for him. The closest thing to that would be Sammy. But the kid would forget about him eventually to. He would grow up and Marc would be a relic of the past.

Marc got off exit 137. Took a left then got back onto the ramp. He had to go back. Not to the motel. But to 

Westcity

. Where it all began. His original decision to escape. Where he met Denver. The Blue Man had to return.