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Muz steps into chop shops, broken watch clutched loosely in his hand. He looks around at the ordered chaos of tools and spare parts scattered across workbenches, before his gaze settles on El hunched over an engine. 'Hey,' Muz calls. He takes a step closer, holding up the watch. 'Got something a little different for you today. Found this out in the woods. Thought maybe you'd know what to do with it.'

Catie steps into the motel lobby, her gaze skimming over the worn furniture and stale air. It’s just as dull as she remembers from this morning, but she can’t quite shake the feeling of being trapped. That's when she sees Van.

Though intellectually, she knows other people live here (she can hear them through the thinning walls of the motel), seeing them in the flesh is a different kettle of fish. Her gaze lingers for a second longer than necessary, a mix of annoyance and surprise flooding her. 'Didn’t realise this was a hangout zone,' she says, her tone sharper than she means it to be.