“It’s a getaway car, Jon,” Martin replies in that ever-patient, even tone of his, the one that developed only after Jon woke from his coma. The Lonely hasn’t left him yet. “I don’t think we’re allowed to be picky.”
“Still,” he grumbles, fidgeting with the keys in his hand. Martin seems to fade in and out in front of him, like a blurry picture Jon can’t quite make out. Basira told them where to go, giving them an address in the middle of nowhere, Scotland- it would certainly be a long trip. They’re light on luggage, both of them having slimmed down their possessions quite significantly during the past few months. The directions led them to a derelict part of the outer boroughs of London, where the beat up car sits cleanly between two other equally decrepit vehicles- unassuming, just as Daisy would’ve wanted.
More importantly, no cameras. Though Jon’s sure Jonah’s still watching their every move.
“C’mon, let’s get a move on.” Martin gestures at Jon to open the back door where they throw their bags. Jon pauses, staring at the car in consideration. “Well? Do you want to drive, or shall I?”
Jon shakes his head. Martin looks so tired, he needs a break. Jon will give that to him. “I’ll drive.”
In theory, he Knows how to. He hadn’t had much need for it in his hometown, he usually walked everywhere and caught a ride when needed. At uni he didn’t even need to at all, and Georgie had her own beat up car not unlike this one. It shouldn’t be hard.
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