Late Evening
The universe cracked and boomed, spitting Max out into a chair in a small wine shop. "Fuck!" he groaned, dragging his hands over his face. That hurt. Sighing, he leaned back in the chair, letting his body go limp. His skin was still warm from the sun, and he was certain that Brian would be tan in the morning. Taking off the hat, he fanned himself with it, letting out a low huff of relief. "Glad that's over," he muttered.
"Where are we going now?"
Glancing about, he considered his options. "We could stay here...Brian knows that girl, she wouldn't mind. Or we could find somewhere else to crash." He stood, stretching his arms and carefully making his way to the door. It was dark now, and though Max didn't know it, about six hours had passed since Brian's disappearance. "Maybe we should leave," he thought as he crossed the shop. "I don't want to run the risk of being seen." He didn't need another headache.