The message he receives from Nadine arrives only a few days after he's left with Sam. They're still on the main roads, not far from the outpost. He waits until the afternoon, when the heat is more than he prefers to travel in, and sends a message back: he'll be there in an hour.

Nadine almost never reaches out to him to meet in the Horizon. Not especially since she's moved to Cadens. It has him curious.

He walks to where he remembers her small town is. Now and again, it occurs to him he could probably arrive, willingly, at another's place, but something about walking there feels more suited. The shops are the same, the play horses remain, but the snow is gone. Flowers spring along the paths and open gardens.

And in the midst of the bright blooms, that. He knows enough to recognize it as a vehicle, between the sleek metal and thick black wheels. Things he's glimpsed before, but never stopped to examine. Other than Dean's car.

He stops a foot away from the steps. Peers at the machine, then at Nadine. "That's new."