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I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"The Weight," - The Band
There was something to be said about hopping in your car and going on a spur of the moment road trip.
Nothing but the black ribbon of highway stretching out in endless waves before you, the sun setting in the distance, and the sea-salt wind coming in through the open windows.
There was even more to be said when your car was also your best friend, and a self-aware, intelligent alien to boot.
Sam settled into the passenger seat, the back reclining for him, and cast a smile to the young man who appeared to be driving. His shaggy black hair was streaked pale gold, his wide eyes were the color of the Pacific and when he returned Sam's smile, Sam was sure the light in the world brightened that much more.