Making a mental note to stop at another liquor store on your way back, you put the car in reverse and begin to back out of the parking lot. You turn on your radio and resume listening to the cd your girlfriend burned for you last month. You skip through the first couple songs, resuming when you get to a personal favorite of yours. The Red Hot Chili Peppers always made you enjoy the drive a little more.
Exiting a roundabout and heading East on Jackson Ave, you suddenly get the strangest feeling of deja vu. That silver Hyundai was there last night, wasn't it? Brushing it off, as you must've driven this road a hundred times, you continue towards Porter street and the address on the note.