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[ineveryport]

Jack likes two things most of all in this world: gratuitious violence and the company of a beautiful woman. The nature of his world has conspired against him so far that he's never been able to really combine the two, before.  Which he'd always been fine with, for never having known any different

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo was sprawled lazily across the front seat, one foot tucked under her, other leg out straight and her shoulder against the window, where she was watching the mile markers and singing along when she could.

The miles had rolled away, tick by tick, through the state line with a broken state sign reading only "Wel" and hanging sideways. The rest of it gone entirely, not even littering pieces. Through the empty dust bowl desolation towns with havoc torn up spots, which she couldn't be sure hadn't been that way for months or years or days.

For about thirty minutes she'd been getting exceedingly more still, her eyes lingering on things longer. "The next right's up three streets, past the first farm road."

[ineveryport]

"Right," Jack says. He turns his gaze to Jo for a second, grinning to hide any concern about her well being. He turns the music off as they approach, just in time to turn into the road.

[tobeclosetohim]

"Its off a ways," Jo said, using her hand to make an way gesture, her voice not as casual than she meant it to be. "Miles. Lot of nothing all around it."

Almost to the middle of her nowhere.

The point where everything began.

[ineveryport]

"Aye," Jack confirms, leaning back and powering on.

"Ready for it?"

It's sort of like he's asking after her well being.