eyes move to the cheerleader, blinking heavily before shoulders lift and fall into a shrug. the truth was, he couldn't totally remember the last time he'd gotten an actual restful night of sleep, and being cooped up in a van for almost a week at this point was doing a number on his back. ❛❛ i think the last time was somewhere around missouri ... ❜❜ he chuckles to himself, amused by the dots that connect themselves in his own head over the whole thing. truthfully, he'd give anything for a nice bed right now, or a hot shower, or some clean clothes. but he felt like he was waiting in limbo, seeing as everyone was trying to figure out the best plan of action on what to do next. ❛❛ that's actually kind of funny ... missouri, like misery ? that's what this whole thing feels like at this point, man ... no offense or anything. ❜❜ while he hadn't been filled in on exactly what happened to the cheerleader chick, from the looks of it, it was bad. she seemed more shell - shocked than the rest of them, and he could only guess by what he'd heard about the super evil vecna dude, that it hadn't been anything good. ❛❛ i'm just hoping i can catch up at some point, or, you know, get something better than the front seat of a van. ❜❜