"Run far far away from those who do not want for your happiness, even if they are your family"
Her words swirled around his head, a diamond sutra for extrication. He takes little more than the tools of his trade and drives away by the light of the waxing moon.
"When you're all done with the rest of the world come find me"
Tucked into the visor is a photograph of an iconic flat-top mesa, the only clue to her whereabouts, her view is becoming his view.
Barreling westward on the interstate he remembers that it is his birthday.