JP sends another message to Immortal: Just left my apartment and now waiting for you at the Stuffer Shack, mon ami. He sent the location of the SS while he walked slowly to the 'Shack, still trying to figure out what was up with the woman.

Immortal takes the directions, running them against a mental map of Seattle before relying on the nav computer, just to keep the noggin' going. He's not a technophobe by any sense of the means, but one can't become too reliant. As promised, though, he'll show up within minutes of the time he said. He's good for that, somehow.

`Hop on in, pretentious coffee and sweater wearing yuppies await us.`