Marc spent a few days at Denver's farm. His gal helped him buy a car at a used car shop in town. He decided on a 

Hyundai

SUV that fit in pretty much anywhere you went.

He was going to drive back to 

Westcity

. Where he met Denver for the first time. He didn't tell Denver where he was going. Just that he was going away and would need a car. Denver nodded. For some reason Marc Love though maybe Denver already knew where he was headed.

When he left the farm he drove slow on the gravel. When he was far away enough he looked at them waving in his rear view mirror. He felt strong emotions. Not happy. Not sad. Just like he was doing the right thing. Overwashed with life.

During the drive he didn't listen to any music. He didn't stop at any hotels. Instead he slept out of the car. It wasn't because he wanted to save money. He just felt attached to the car. And any moment away from it felt like a separation. Like when he was a baby and never wanted to be away from his parents.

He also felt a new connection. Not to Jack Attack anymore, but to some woman out west. He could feel she was out west, but not precisely where. He could tell that she was stressed. And he could feel the warmth in her thighs, an uncomfortable warmth like the feeling after pissing yourself. This connection didn't pull him towards her, instead it pushed him towards Westcity. He could tell that she was also connected to Westcity. so that was where he was driving.