"Wherever," he says, turning and threading his way through the crowd toward the door. All of a sudden, he just wants to get this over with, deal with Neil's reaction and then tell him the rest of it, and then he wants to curl up and sleep.

He's not even sure why he's this weary, though he could make some guesses.

He looks back over his shoulder. "I have a car. Rental. Parked across the street."