A certain electric sports car can be found, finally arriving in Kansas.

By this point, its occupants will probably be very, very pleased to see anybody other than...well, each other.

(Also, Faith suspects that Wendell will be glad not to have to be a rat anymore. Er.)

They're getting close to a certain farm, so they're easily intercepted.

Two-seat cars, while flashy, are not very convenient.

Thankfully, Slayer strength makes converting them a lot easier.

The trunk of the car has been appropriately mangled, turning it into a second set of seats. Faith has done a lot of smirking at the faces Wendell made while she was doing it, too.

Now the three of them - Faith, Wendell and Giles - are tooling down a highway none of them recognizes, headed vaguely Kansas-ward. Wendell is nestled comfortably in the glovebox, Giles is asleep (and strapped safely down) in the makeshift backseat, and there's room for one more in the front passenger's seat - if anybody should need a lift.

(OOC: So here's how this is gonna work. I am perfectly willing to have multiple subthreads, so feel free to tag in! Having said that, they aren't going to get to Kansas yet, in this post, and if your pup wants to be dropped off someplace that's out of the way, another time would be better. Kthnxbai!)

It's probably been a long time since Montreal heard the sound of a car engine.

But here is one, driven by Faith - it's not only living things that get Shattered, after all, and every now and then the muns Fates are kind.

So here she comes, tooling up to base camp in an electric car, in 'Hello, Officer' red.

With the top down, baby.