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They're going to New Mexico.
It may not be in his time, or even his universe - he won't know until he gets there, and he checks a few details - but they're going to New Mexico.
He can hardly sleep, the night before. He feels...wired. It's almost like he's had a few cups of coffee and a few bowls of the chocolate cereal that Bar tends to tempt him with now and again. He's got his bags already packed (the duffel and a backpack that Kate probably stole from Bill's closet or something) and he's ready to go. He and Kate went to the store earlier to grab anything that they needed.
(Even if it feels a bit strange to be traveling back to New Mexico without a weapon on his person, he has to deal.)
He wants to be there, now. But they're not leaving until tomorrow. It'll come soon enough.
If only he could sleep.
But he can't. He glances over at the small bedside table and spots the iPod that Kate left on the table, earbuds coiled loosely beside it. After a moment's hesitation, he grabs it, settles the buds in his ears, and hits the 'MENU' part of the clickwheel.
She told him how to use it, and after a minute or two of fiddling with the technique (and the volume) he's listening to the music. Skipping what he doesn't like - but most everything gets a chance - he makes his way through the list on 'shuffle'.
(Blissfully unaware of anything going on down the hall.)
Before he falls asleep, he decides to ask Kate about two artists: Elton John and Billy Idol.
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The next morning finally comes and after a shower (and a breakfast that doesn't involve the smoke detector) they're on their way to the airport in Columbia.
Of course, since Bill has a truck, it means that their bags are riding in the bed and the three of them are sitting up in the cab. Bill's driving, of course - which means that Kate is in the middle and Doc on the right side.
He's trying to focus on the other occupants of the truck.
But the road and all the other vehicles on it...they're just interesting.
"So how long 'till we're there?"
Are we there yet, Bill?
It may not be in his time, or even his universe - he won't know until he gets there, and he checks a few details - but they're going to New Mexico.
He can hardly sleep, the night before. He feels...wired. It's almost like he's had a few cups of coffee and a few bowls of the chocolate cereal that Bar tends to tempt him with now and again. He's got his bags already packed (the duffel and a backpack that Kate probably stole from Bill's closet or something) and he's ready to go. He and Kate went to the store earlier to grab anything that they needed.
(Even if it feels a bit strange to be traveling back to New Mexico without a weapon on his person, he has to deal.)
He wants to be there, now. But they're not leaving until tomorrow. It'll come soon enough.
If only he could sleep.
But he can't. He glances over at the small bedside table and spots the iPod that Kate left on the table, earbuds coiled loosely beside it. After a moment's hesitation, he grabs it, settles the buds in his ears, and hits the 'MENU' part of the clickwheel.
She told him how to use it, and after a minute or two of fiddling with the technique (and the volume) he's listening to the music. Skipping what he doesn't like - but most everything gets a chance - he makes his way through the list on 'shuffle'.
(Blissfully unaware of anything going on down the hall.)
Before he falls asleep, he decides to ask Kate about two artists: Elton John and Billy Idol.
----
The next morning finally comes and after a shower (and a breakfast that doesn't involve the smoke detector) they're on their way to the airport in Columbia.
Of course, since Bill has a truck, it means that their bags are riding in the bed and the three of them are sitting up in the cab. Bill's driving, of course - which means that Kate is in the middle and Doc on the right side.
He's trying to focus on the other occupants of the truck.
But the road and all the other vehicles on it...they're just interesting.
"So how long 'till we're there?"
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"Thanks. I will."
A smirk.
"Probably be scared outta my wits but we just won't tell nobody, and I won't tell nobody 'bout the other morning's show we got with breakfast."
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That's so totally blackmail.
He's grinning again, though, as he pats Doc's back.
"Good."
A beat before he pulls back.
"We'll call it a deal."
Because it's blackmail, but at least this way Bill knows the story isn't going to get out.
Straightening up and stepping back he nods to Doc then looks at both him and Kate.
"See y'all in a couple days."
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He shifts his backpack on his shoulders and steps back.
"See you in a couple of days, and promise t'get you somethin' while we're out."
Bill gets one more hug from Kate and a wave from Doc, before the pair makes their way into the terminal through the sliding glass doors (Doc is never going to get used to those things) and the airport.