He barely called his parents these days. If he didn't call them for a week they wouldn't think anything of it.

Staying silent for now was the option. Don't get any loved ones involved. Don't get them worried.

He now had on an all black t shirt from the souvenier shop. He was jogging north along the coast. 
seagulls squaked above his head, the waves crashed loudly.

Fuck, he thought, this reminded him of track and field. Back when he'd run a mile to start out the practice. He didn't really think about this when he began. How many miles would it be until he could find a safe resting point? 15? The most he'd ever run in one go was 3 miles. What the hell was  he thinking.

He would eventually have to walk. His only hope was that Danny and Blayne would look for his car. They would assume it suicide to just run for it literally on foot. This is why Blayne did the unimaginable. Went literally on foot.

His car was now under the sea. He'd driven it into the water so that Danny and Blayne could never find it. It was a small price to pay. He should've never gotten involved in the first place.