As soon as he was dressed, he snatched the keys off the top of the TV and clapped Sam on the shoulder. Oh yeah, he was in a good mood now. With any luck, they'd be out of this town by dawn. Sure, he'd be under another nasty motel bed somewhere, but it would be a different nasty motel room bed.

He climbed into the Impala and started the engine, heading for the shop Sam indicated.