Grease parks the Chevy beside the black sedan and sits staring at it for a minute. A strange day. The whole thing took on an even more dreamlike quality as he thought about it. He'd seen movies where people pinched themselves to be sure they were awake but he would never do it himself, even out here alone in the parking lot. The radio DJ was rambling on about an English group and he thought again how odd it had been that all of the big moments of the day had been accompanied by Buddy Holly songs. Dead man for Deadman's curve? No, it was more than that somehow but he couldn't think about it. It was too pre-ordained, too spiritual for a guy like Grease.....maybe later, but not now.

He shut down the plant and started inside. Looking at the gray primer he thought that maybe next week after hours at the station he'd swap engines and then take her to his buddy with the paint shop. He'd been the fastest thing in the valley for a long time. Now it was time to retire the Chevy and just use her to cruise. The original seat could be reinstalled, maybe after a tuck and roll had been done. The last ride with the wraith-like girl had convinced him it was time to slow down. Lots of guys were taking their racing to the drag strip which had recently opened. Perhaps that was the best place. "King of the Strip"--he liked the sound of it.

Inside he grabbed a table and saw Caitrin serving some customers. The black clad figure was across the room. He wanted to know more but wasn't going to force it out of tall, dark man. Just wait, he would come. Grease was sure of it.