"There's an all-night dinner, about three blocks that way," he said, pointing in the opposite direction of the sound of those sirens. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to admit to her right away that the reason he knew about the place, and the reason he went so often, was that it reminded him of his brother.

"I'm Sam," he said, approaching the passenger side door of the Impala and unlocking it. After so many years, it still felt strange not to riding shotgun, but he left the door unlocked for her, instead walking around to the driver's side.