Alya shoved $150 in his pocket before she left Wyoming - donapos;t worry, you can owe me - and he thinks vaguely that that should probably be worrisome in and of itself, but itapos;s not, really. If he could read her at all, heapos;d know one way or the other (and why), but he canapos;t and heapos;s too tired to care about that.
He puts the pinpoint he did manage to collect before he ambled into Stigmata down on the nightstand in his hotel room, contemplates the likelihood of staying awake long enough to take a shower and ultimately decides not to chance it. Itapos;d be a godawful undignified way to meet his second end.
Seven years.
He doesnapos;t know if thatapos;s how long has passed in his own world; he doesnapos;t know if Rose Red is still standing at all, not with Steve so determined to see it torn down. (Rightly so.) He doesnapos;t know a lot about what happened after he slammed the door shut again behind Cathy - blurred and muddled memory, half-remembered nightmares.
He doesnapos;t think heapos;s going to rest easy.
(Tomorrow he will discover a phone number and name on one of the twenties, and he just doesnapos;t have enough feasible options to take his time about making a decision there. Illegal immigrant indeed.)
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