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Shane's eyebrows rose. Twenty four hours of rest a week? He'd probably lived on something close to that in the weeks after 9/11, but he wasn't functioning all that well at the end, and it had been months before his exhausted body made up the sleep deficit. Right now, he wasn't that tired, but he was definitely in need of

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As he spun on his heels abruptly, he opened his car door and got in. The car started without a hitch, and he rolled the window down.

He felt that Shane wasn't really ready to take the step he had just suggested, and he couldn't blame him; he wasn't exactly cool with it either. Still, he felt the need to express something.

"I don't think the man in the hat is sleeping in a car tonight." We're not in Kansas anymore, Shane. Not by a long shot.

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The man in the hat . . . Shane had almost forgotten about him, strange as it seemed. But then, discovering he was not in the same city he'd woken up in this morning, and learning about Murphy, had pushed the events from earlier this evening firmly into the backseat.

If guys like that were in this city, then sleeping in the car was even less appealing. And if he was serious about going to the local cops to report what had happened, and offering to help, then he needed sleep, and a chance to clean up, first.

His shoulders squared and he nodded firmly. "You're right, Murphy." He thought a moment. "I'm going to head for Chelsea, find a hotel there and get some shut-eye."

He was turning to his car when something else occurred to him, and he turned back. "How do I contact you in the morning?" He fished his cellphone out of his suit jacket and flipped it open. For a wonder, it was showing a clear signal - it seemed that it was working.

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Murphy looked ahead, then looked back out the window...the servos and motors in his neck whirring quietly to actuate it. "I will find you, Shane. Don't worry." The cruiser pulled away abruptly, powerfully, enough to chew the ground but just lightly enough not to spin the wheels. The window rolled up, and Murphy was lights in the distance.

He had research to do.