Despite storming out of the diner in a hurry, Knox has stayed on the premises for almost a quarter of an hour, sleeping in his car. Pathetic. The door was wide open, to prevent the unusual heat of the sun from cooking his old Camaro and baking him alive…at least, not perfectly. Arm resting on the dashboard, the burning sensation under it, his forehead on his arm, the sun beaming through… [i]“If you can’t wait for me to return, have…David walk you back to our home.”[/i] Eyes opening, the light flooded to him and rendered him temporarily blind. Slapping the top of the warm flat surface, he remembered his sunglasses in the glove compartment. Half-blind, Knox managed to pop it open and retrieve the aforementioned eyewear, as well as his usual security guard gloves. With his gloves on, slamming the door shut, the heated up steering wheel wouldn’t be a problem, and with his sunglasses on Knox could escape being a driving hazard. Starting his car, and making his way off the premises, he saw through his rear-view mirror that his spot was quickly filled by another diner goer. Deep down, he could only hope that other sorts of empty spots would be filled in, with no more difficulty. Huh, though lack of sleep made his eyelids feel that much heavier, at the very least he wasn't blinded now… Blind…there was a few other things Knox wasn't blind to, and the one on his mind was David and Mary Margaret’s subtly developing interest in each other. Mary, the one he remembered so well, wasn't someone who could be coveted…no, she was a woman who was shared by all, and not in the way Ruby— Breathing out an angry sigh, the man honestly didn't know why he'd been so stupid to leave Mary with that man? The look those to exchanged, she seemed more confused than happy with her actual husband, yet there was a special sort of shine he remembered in her eyes—and what did Knox expect? Coming all the way here to this diner during the lunch hours, that Ruby would ask him to…leave his wife? The idea made his physically shudder…because somehow, deep down, though at this moment he tried his damned hardest to deny it…Knox was sure he would have instantly said yes. There was nothing left to do but banish those thoughts. Now, to find that wedding ring, the last object he had yet to bring to Mary Margaret. At present, if would take quite a bit of time to leave town…there had been little to no report of Mary’s vehicle’s whereabouts, nothing of the dear woman’s found anywhere. Everybody had been sitting on these mysterious facts for the past five years. Somehow, he did recall one, but his memory seemed fuzzy on what she had driven. From the information he had been given, there had only been the Jane Doe, and not much else. In his mind, not even his mind half deprived of sleep, he was sure that the evidence of the wreck was far outside of town. Had to be. Whether he'd find her stuff in the next town over, or have to drive even further to meet a friend of hers…again, his mind was fuzzy on the memories…he had to find a way, sick of just letting things just stand like this. ----- Arm braced against the steering wheel, sore, the loud continuous honk of the horn. There was a sense of déjà vu, lifting his forehead. Burning pain in his arm, no sunglasses…reaching with his less painful arm, he touched along shoulder and chest, feeling the seatbelt indeed present. Lifting his head, blinking his eyes, there was a momentary blurriness to match the fuzziness of his most recent memories. There wasn't much sun peeking through the window, so putting the sunglasses out of his min—what happened to the--?! Straightening himself up properly in his seat and feeling a sharp pain shoot through his arm, Knox reached over with his good arm to open the door and kicking the door open, but not before noticing… “Oh no, no no no…shit.” Unbuckling his seat belt and scrambling out of his car, Knox could only stand wide eyed and slightly slack jawed at the sight before him. It was like something out of a movie, the front of his car crushed to a tree, plumes of smoke wafting out of the wreck. Slamming a fist onto the top of the totalled vehicle, cursing under his breath, all that was left to do was take a moment to breathe and collect himself. “…” Arm and head sore, the man trudged up back onto the road from the grassy area under the trees, grunting for every strenuous movement of his arm…and wasn't sure what he was expecting. Expectations, he had a lot of those in today. The animal, he had swerved to avoid some sort of animal on his way out of town, and for some reason…couldn't remember what animal, precisely. Pathetic. At least, there was no evidence of him clipping the animal…thinking this, staring at his totalled car. Trudging back to the side of his vehicle, the smoke clearing leaving only a stale wreck, the defeated security guard didn't even have much left in him to properly check the damage of the totalled car, or his own physical being. His father suffering from some sort of degenerative disease, his wife Mary Margaret an amnesiac and quickly getting over him, Ruby refusing to speak or even see him again, his precious car was totalled… As Knox dropped onto the grass to sit beside the wreck that was once a fixed up old, roadworthy Camaro, the security guard patted along his pockets with his able arm to eventually pull out his cellphone. Having turned it off for the all-important confrontation he had at lunch, it took about a minute and a half to—? The plan to call a tow truck was set aside momentarily when he took note of several missed calls, and a handful of voice messages from one of the security staff…perhaps he should have kept his walkie talkie charged and with him today, something had clearly happened during his absence. Shaking his head and opening the first voice message, Knox pressed the cellphone to his ear and felt bewildered by these series of events happening today. And then, forgetting for that instant that it was a voice message, “F-Faye?! What happened to Faye?!” There a minute that the defeated man sat in silence, before the most absolute anguished cry of utter despair rang out through the wide area.