Quicklog: Alex/Casey, driving to the hospital
[Alex was waiting outside, sucking down his second consecutive cigarette. He'd been good about smoking less as of late, but you know, stress. He didn't know what Casey's car looked like, or what she looked like for that matter, but he figured there weren't too many people showing up at the shop at that hour. Still, he turned toward every set of headlights with nervous expectation, the sense of needing to do something even though he knew just how powerless he was in this situation.]