He avoids the town when he can. Save for trips from the cabin to check on Kurt or Wes at work. Jean-Paul at his apartment. Mostly his avoidance is that mistrust of the townsfolk. They're weird on the best of days and plainly dangerous on the worst. So he's gotten in the habit of keeping his eye out in town. You never know when you'll find a Sleeper in distress.

Then his headlights flicker past a familiar face, and his heart skips a beat. Shit. Maybe he's the one living a nightmare right now.

He stomps the brakes with a little more than necessary vigour hops out into the street, looking back at the sidewalk barely illuminated by the street lights.

"Jeannie?"