"I got out of the car," Little explained, because he must have missed that part. "I'm somewhere. On Supernatural they can track cell phones." Then, after forcing a difficult breath into her lungs she said, "there's a church here. Uh, so, it's like... St Cyril Methodist Church? I think it's in Brooklyn, but maybe it's not. Don't know how far we drove from the thing."
She sat down heavily on the church steps and smiled. "My hands keep doing this jumping thing but it's all okay. Sleepy though, so come get me?"