Spying on the Suits--and getting too close.

( Dropping off Riley's good luck charm becomes an excuse to borrow the Walker's cargo van and go spy on the Suits. )

( Dreamwalking a Suit--it did not go as planned. )

( I know they're out there. Following. I can feel it. Stop and you're as good as dead, Nick. Run! )

Can't sleep: Progenitors will vat me.

( And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. )

I'm so fucking tired. I don't know how much longer I can go. I don't know where I can go. If I make it out of this alive, I'm putting more money in the glove box and some food, water, and a couple changes of clothes in the car--just in case this ever happens again. And wet wipes. And hand sanitizer. God, the vomit smell. No time to clean it up though. I have $140 to my name, and this car costs about $80 just to fill the tank. I think I can use Forces to make it go longer without a fillup.

Got to keep moving.

Got to keep moving.

From Washington to Wyoming, on the run.

( Goodbye, Porsche. Hello, Suburban. )

( Alerting Ila. Two failed attempts to track me. Alerting Salem. )

( I can't run forever. Sleep beckons. I have to risk it. )