So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
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"You're getting grey."
"And you're getting old. Like damn you just shot right up."
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"Eleanor wake up!"
Groggily shifting away from the window I sleepily roll my neck. Drearily, I hum "We in LA yet?" A couple days after the incident with Madison Dean caught wind of some strange killings on some movie set. I'm not entirely sure what he'd been saying but he seemed pretty adamant and excited about checking it out so here we are hightailing it across the country.
"Not yet", Sam replies, holding my buzzing phone back to me "But some storage company keeps calling. Fifth ring."
Rubbing my eyes I clumsily accept my phone from Sam. Shaking my head to wake myself up, I greet "Hello?"
"Hello. This is Conroe's Storage in Montana" a man greets me kindly on the phone "Am I speaking to a Miss Rebecca Grendel?"
"This is her."
"Miss Rebecca Grendel I'd firstly like to formally apologize on behalf of our company... but it appears that your rented unit 162 has been... well it's been broken into." Lips parting my heart begins to pick up in my chest "The thief hasn't yet been caught but we do have footage we're ready to hand into the police at your request."
"There's no need to involve the authorities", I assure the man, my hand reaching up to tangle in my hair "I'll be right there in the next twenty-four hours. In the meantime be expecting someone to come in my stead."
"Understood Miss Grandel" the man replies just as kindly "No questions asked?"
"No questions", I agree ending the call, cursing irritably under my breath before telling Dean "Can you drop me off at a bus station? I need to get to Montana."
Both boys turn their heads curiously at my request but I don't pay any mind to it. Instead, my gaze is ducked down to my phone searching for a number when Dean wonders "Uh... you think you can tell us why?"
