Submarine

as reply to Pete's fantasy

The digits if he reversed them did lead to a place. 

He put them in his phone, and it was in California. Some place on the coast. A hotel. He liked the idea of driving there. There was nothing else to do. He felt like a piece of dust lost in the wind, or one of those rolling balls of grass you see in westerns. He felt a force sort of pushing him there, or pulling him there he wasn't sure. 

He didn't like that he'd be back in a city, but he also wasn't even sure if they could still see him, or if they'd look for him. From what he remembers that can't just set an alarm if he shows up. Someone has to see him. You also don't assume they drive that fast as he did. You assume they take breaks. Which he did but just not as much as normal. Maybe they'd know, maybe, but they weren't as smart as he thought they were. 

Unless it was Keith he thought, that guy had a way of really seeing people down below. He imagined the desert before him filling up with water, and him and his car a sort of submarine.