1.2 Family - Old and New (Dean)
It had been a week, although it felt like a short lifetime.
Every night was spent trying to cram as much new information as he could into his head, and every morning he went into the oblivion of the day sleep trying to deal with the shock of it all.
He had been keeping mental note of things to talk with Jack about when they next met, and he had been getting closer to deciding on a plan. He was considering more or less heading into Mexico, then sneaking back across the border leaving his disappearance in the hands of the shady border towns, coyotes and cartels. Things were a mess down in TJ and American tourists vanished all the time.
He had pulled out his cash, as if he was going on a big trip. This also limited his involvement with the banks in the future. And then he had spent nearly a full night bouncing around between thrift stores trying to find things in his size. He was now favoring a decidedly more rural look, and has some on old brown logging boots, broken in blue jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel.
At first, the silence out there, the lack of wi-fi, had bothered him. But he was already feeling more at home. He had enough things to worry about as is and the crowds and traffic and cameras and the threat of werewolves, hunters and who knew what else made him appreciate an area where he could see and hear things coming.
He had not picked up a dog yet, although he was aware of the value of one. He had just felt too mobile to worry about feed, care and training. He had been looking an Enduro style motorcycles however, and was hoping to pick one up as soon as he could manage it. Asali had rubbed off on him in more ways than one.
"So is it true?" he asked out of the blue. "The silver thing and werewolves?"