Yeah. Time and space, all in one. Hey, lemme focus a minute once we get on the freeway an' I'll see what it is I can do.

[Means he's going to start with quiet - or, well, engine noise. That's unavoidable, but it's also sort of like that endless droning hum he'd tuned into before. Maybe that's the ticket.

The frontage road meets the onramp, and Johnnie takes it. There are a few other cars here, makes and models he's never seen but they're recognizable enough as cars so whenever they are, it's probably nearer to his time than the ghost train town had been. If he doesn't work out how to tune in to some other time, at least this one is likely to have the kind of things they need - if they can just stay in it.

It's a risk, but he closes his eyes, trusts that the bike will stay pointed in the same direction. He needs to focus, clear his mind, think about nothing other than the drone of the engine, the wheels on pavement.

But that's fucking hard because he's hungry and he wants a smoke and Chrissy is so warm against his back and shit, he should open his eyes just in case there's a car - damnit.]

Hey. D'you, like... I dunno, is meditation a real thing? Is that shit people actually do?