Black Dog o7

1. Wide panel shot, overhead and angled from behind. The brown camper van from before is now driving down a lonely road. There is no other traffic. Desert and cacti on either side. Exhaust rises up to meet the reader.
The Makeshift Man's internal dialogue: "I sent the Way watcher home to Interstate 71, while I took off in the other direction. Being away makes 'em nervous. Territory thing. But this one told me it wasn't her first time travelling to try to find her son."

2. Wide panel shot. Cropped. The Makeshift Man hangs his head out of the driver's side window, his hair blowing in the breeze and smoke from the cigarette hanging from his lips dissipating in the wind. His sunglasses are back on his face. Musical notes drift through the air as music spills from the van's radio. A simple "ahh ahh ahhhhh" type of tune.
Internal dialogue: "Those thirteen years paid off for her. She got me the guy's name. All I have to do is some persuading. Well either that or the way-watcher tries to rip my throat out."

3. Wide panel shot again. Change of scenery. Trees in the foreground. The city extends back through the distance to the Golden Gate Bridge stretching over the water of the San Francisco Bay.
Internal Dialogue: "I like her. She paid up front."