Day 75: 15 Oct 2010
Shit. I need a plan. I've spent the entire day in the hotel, waiting for Cassie to show back up. She didn't. The slug is telling me to go to Los Angeles, to get back to the sea. I don't know if he knows something I don't. I don't know much. Part of me thinks he just wants to get back to the sea, to get away from the thin, dry mountain air. But maybe. . . maybe he knows.
Maybe he's trying to tell me that he's picked up Travis' scent. I've decided -- I'll wait one more day for Cassie to come back. If she doesn't, I'm in the car and heading for Los Angeles.
Not like I've got many other options at this point.