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california, here we come
Jun. 13th, 2013 12:38 pmThey've given Angel and the others as much explanation as they can; they've gotten their plane tickets -- one-way, as they don't know how long it will take them to finish the job; they've packed, setting a few charms on their luggage to keep them from setting off security alarms at the airport. The flight from New York to LA takes about six hours, setting them down shortly before noon California time.
(California time. That feels so much stranger than it should.)
They rent a car at the airport, load the trunk with two duffelbags of very specialized gear, fill a styrofoam cooler with bottled water and sandwiches at a convenience store, and start driving north. It shouldn't be more than two or three hours on the road ...
... at least so long as the road holds out.
Andrew's leaning his forehead against the window, watching the scrub brush to the side of the highway.
"Ten years," he says abruptly. "You realize it's been ten years since the last time we came this way?"
(California time. That feels so much stranger than it should.)
They rent a car at the airport, load the trunk with two duffelbags of very specialized gear, fill a styrofoam cooler with bottled water and sandwiches at a convenience store, and start driving north. It shouldn't be more than two or three hours on the road ...
... at least so long as the road holds out.
Andrew's leaning his forehead against the window, watching the scrub brush to the side of the highway.
"Ten years," he says abruptly. "You realize it's been ten years since the last time we came this way?"
