Like a ship on the ocean

[soaringeverhigher]

[After Game 6]

After the angel incident — after his last message to Palmer — Shawn goes silent for several nights. He'll answer texts, if someone sends them to him... eventually.

One night, Danielle will come across Shawn's '69 Ford Boss, parked in a mostly-empty lot some way off the Strip.

Decades back, Shawn rigged up The Boss' backseat so he could flip it open and spend the day in there. Mobile haven, a place to rest on the road when a motel was even less convenient than usual. More comfortable than conking out on a bathroom floor, in any case.

Shawn isn't anywhere to be seen in or around the car, but that doesn't mean he's not inside.

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[beyondthisillusion]

She'd splurged the night before. A hotel room, since there wasn't time to return to her haven. Anyway, Danielle hadn't been sleeping much, and for all of her Coil mastery, it was beginning to take a tole. A missed button on her shirt was hardly the worst of it. No. This was an emotional tole.

Just after sunset, she was on her way out of the city and away from the Strip, heading toward Henderson. Since she was an early 'riser,' she'd decided to take the trip on foot. Some time and open air to try to clear her head.

Hadn't helped.

When she spotted the car, she broke into a brisk jog, heading over. "Shawn?" she said, leaning over to peer in through the windows. When she didn't see anything, she cupped her hands around her eyes. Still nothing. "Shawn?" She turned around, going in a full circle. And when she still didn't see him, she activated her Auspex.