I got a few. [Wait a sec while he stubs out his smoke. While looking away it is easier to say...] I actually didn't take much of a look. Maybe over breakfast.

[After some sleep and a clear head.]

That's the main goal. Start from the bottom and work our way back to the top.

[Pat, pat on him.]

I have some money put away. We can get it tomorrow. It'll help, that's for sure.

[Maybe one more night in a low grade motel before more clothes and better accommodations. Larry rubs his heavy brown eyes.]

You think you'll need to check in with a clinic within the next four days?

[To check his healing process. He can tell that Freddy's energy is still low. He's not the ghost bleeding out on the ramp but that doesn't mean he is race ready. They have to keep moving. Otherwise the old man would insist that they take a week or two to allow the kid a full chance at recuperating.

Even though they should be listening to the radio or watching TV, Larry can't bring himself to. Not yet. Right back to the bygone year. Same old shit. Besides, who wants to hear what they're saying about either of them if the story goes this far south. He still stares blankly at the television as he makes himself more comfortable on the bed.]