He'd woken up in his truck yesterday with no recollection of what had transpired between the Butcher and this place. Of course he was upset about having lost a day, but at least there weren't any police officers trying to arrest him. That was a good sign, right?
Earlier that week he had purchased himself a motorcycle, and he decided to ride it around today. Dressed up in the protective leather outfit, he rode down the streets. The traffic was a bit heavy though, and kind of made him mad. He decided that he would just have to find a highway and ride on it, and hope it was a long and empty one before his motorcycle would stall, and he'd have to turn back.
He was about to give up, and just go on home, but he noticed a young woman selling something. Well, maybe he could buy something. He always liked to be helpful. So after parking his motorcycle someplace, he jumped off, pulled off his helmet, and put it on the seat. Pretty soon he made his way to the seller.