When you get to a dealership, give me their number and I'll call them.
We've got coordinates, based on the signal he sent out. He has some time, but not much. So I'll buy you lunch but the big reunion talk'll have to wait until you bring him home.
A lot of things aren't adding up. Not that I needed more of a reason not to trust whatever the hell is going on, but there'll be time to lay out what we know and what we don't soon enough.
And I'm pretty sure Coke Zero was a step backwards.