Keith hadn’t heard from her in a few days. He checked her location she was at home. With him. Or phone was just there he reminded himself she’s probably dead by now. 

She had told him that it would be slower now for the next few weeks family visiting and...

When they were together time passed to quickly for Keith. He has said an off comment in the lab about it. 

“Just like stare at the clock then, that always slows things down for me.” 

“What?” After  Imogen Howe left Keith was always in a daze. Someone replying jolted him...

The buzzer rang jolting Dave out of bed. He was confused, for a second he could have sworn he was in the sea side rest. Then the torn wallpapered walls and plain brown sheets told him the truth. A fucking motel in a fucking random small town, under house arrest...

"So hows this going to work?"

"You take this, and I leave you at the safe house. We got everything you need there, and again you just lay low. If I call you then you appear. Here." Big Joe Said. He handed Dave a phone and a bag of groceries.

"Don't call...

"Could I have another?" Dave asked. Coughing the last cigarette burned his throat, but he realized quick this  Big Joe guy was polite. He'd never say no, and would never kill a guy smoking a cigarette. He tried to hide his cough.

"You look more like you need water than another...

"Are you the space guy?" The words rang in Keith's ear. He doesn't remember what he said, only that now he was walking outside by the beach. The sound of the water splashed and pulled and wind whipped his face. The lights of the pier had all but shut off...

Dave waited until nightfall he assumed, most of the people unless they had special forces training would leave before then. Or he'd be able to see them with their big flash lights. 

He moved now under the darkness avoiding areas the streetlights cast into the woods. There was no one....

The street they drove on was well lit, reflections flashed across the car at a regular beat. The ocean was too their left. Keith had his window open resting his hand on the door. 

Imogen Howe 's was cracked and she quiet. Right when she landed she told Keith...

Dave moved slow across the parking lot hiding under car after car. Going from tire to tire, but there wasn't anyone there. This made him worry more. Where did they go. He threw one stone down under a string of cars no movement nothing. 

He had to make it to...

Keith all the while had no idea. He had smooth Jazz playing in the background the local station from somewhere north. He tapped the steering wheel to some David Brubeck. Then he let someone go at the four way stop. He was so excited he was talking out loud in...