Marc was sitting in the cafe and he thought about BAKA. He still had his hit card with him, but assumed BAKA's was the same. He opened and all he read, "45 year old, "Boungiono's Pizza, pizza chef, partial owner, 24398 French Boulevard.". 

Strange, why would that matter, pizza. He...

Marc left the messages while walking around the farm. It was only ever he wasn't doing much. Maybe like taking the trash out to the road. It became his routine, sometimes when waiting for the coffee to percolate, or other times just taking the dog out in the morning. 

It...

BAKA's head was spinning. He was behind, stayed too long at that fucking farm. He needed to go. He thought 6am would be good, he could get up then, and then leave at 6:15 at the latest. Just up, and water in the face, and he'd be out the door....

"I don't know why I feel this way." the girl said to Marc. He was sat down in arm chair, on his phone. She was cleaning a table next to him.

"But do I know you? There's like something about you, I don't know." She said. Marc had been training...

"Hello welcome to Sparrows."

Marc wanted to say that wasn't how it was, but he had never been.

"Hello hows it goin?" He said instead.

The girl behind the counter didn't respond, just looked up from the cash register, ready to take his order. 

"Can I get, uh a sort of cortado, but...

The years of avoiding everyone and everything fearing for his life seemed fast behind him. Instead he felt relieved, for some reason BAKA leaving him was like a storm cloud gave way to a sunny sky. 

He felt lighter, he didn't really have any worries right now. Just to get...

He went south though. Pulled off at a small town, almost near Arizona, almost near Scottsdale. 

She had never been to Scottsdale, but lucky enough for her, there was a hotel across the street from his hotel. 

They looked almost the same. Like mirror images, they even got similar rooms,...

Marc was shocked about BAKA's departure, Denver wasn't. 

"I knew he would leave, he cares too much." Denver said.

"I'm worried." Marc said.

"I'm not." Denver said. "He doesn't seem like he's a back stabber, he's more caring than he lets on. Thinks more than you even."

Marc was still shocked. 

"He did...

Imogen Howe was speeding in the opposite direction. She now had a scar on her face, and was wearing a wig. Life had changed her. Her wedding ring she lost somewhere out west. 

She had another impulse, to go east, back to where she came from. Back to her old...

Leaves flew here and there following after BAKA as he drove away.

 Marc hadn’t experienced something like this. Someone who he knew turning so quickly he didn’t understand. He thought he knew BAKA.

Denver kept asking if he was okay, he just needed some time to think. Be alone. He went...