"Chimichanga chimichanga chimichanga..." He repeated lowly, excited by the prospect of mexican food at 4 o'clock in the morning. He bounced along with Abby, wondering just how long he could take it. If it meant a place to stay and some easy cover- then forever, if possible. ....Possible, as long as he didn't have to make an effort to be this King guy. That's why the big man upstairs created amnesia, wasn't it?
"Oh yeah, shower and rest... that will help everything." Or not.