Travis knew he couldn't stay in Pheonix, Interpol would do anything to make him their slave. He wondered about the streets doing his best to avoid contact with anyone still about at this time of night until he reached a bus terminal. One Greyhound coach was about to leave, and Travis waved to the driver to let him on. "Where ya going?" he asked.

"El Paso."

Travis didn't really care as long as it got him out of the city, so he paid his fare with the money he had earlier and found a seat, settling in for the trip.