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[cheng_hu]

Daniel is looking at a map of the Great Lakes area, from Michigan to Minnesota, with Chicago smack in the middle. His eyes are narrowed in what appears to be deep thought, but could be just a mild astigmatism. It's constant excitement, here in post-apocalyptic Chicago.

His hands are chapped from the cold, and he has dirt under his fingernails.

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[bass_line_blues]

"It's probably kind of out of date by now," Preston remarks, and rests his bass case carefully on the floor before taking a seat next to Daniel.

[cheng_hu]

"Probably. But I'm not looking for the best burger stand in the area. I'm looking at the highways." He glances over at Preston and gives him a brief smile.

"How's it going?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston assimilates this, still looking down at the map.

"Highway to?"

"- not bad," he remembers to add, a second later.

[cheng_hu]

"I'm not sure, yet. What do you think would be better, Milwaukee, Detroit, Indianapolis?" His tone is light, so far. It doesn't show yet that he's pretty serious about going on a trip.