Mickey shifted direction, following the signs towards baggage claim. "We don't have a car; you'd still be using the rail if it'd been him who showed up," he said.
Something in the corner of his vision, trapped in his mind's eye, caught his attention. He paused, turning in place as if it might help his mental image come into focus, but he couldn't capture it before it faded. He finished the turn and fell into step again. "Not sure when he'll show up again. Hopefully not soon."