EXT. EL PASO INT'L AIRPORT - SHORT-TERM PARKING LOT - DAY
Hunter pulls roller-bag, Chloe totes backpack through lot toward the Rover.
CHLOE: Do we know how he found out?
HUNTER: Looked up gramma, found her obituary, found me in the survived-by, did a search, found my wiki page, did a search, found my date of birth. Quote, did the math, end quote.
CHLOE: When?
HUNTER: Didn't ask. Left it at that, for now. Are you upset that I assumed you'd be okay with this?
CHLOE: No. I trust your instincts and intuition. It says something that you'd leave your house to a stranger.
HUNTER: Stranger with a pickup truck.
CHLOE: And you know I've always wondered. Does he look like a cowboy?
HUNTER: From boots to Stetson.
CHLOE: Belt buckle?
HUNTER: Two interlinked turquoise horseshoes on silver.
CHLOE And I was nervous about meeting Jackie.
HUNTER: Well Jackie's nervous about meeting you.
CHLOE: Does this change horse day?
HUNTER: It does not. She'll be by around ten.
Hunter CHIRPS the Rover. Chloe's roller-bag and backpack into the hatch. Hunter to driver's seat, Chloe front passenger.
CHLOE: First question?
HUNTER: Do I have siblings comes to mind.
CHLOE: Right.
HUNTER: You?
CHLOE: Not there yet. Gonna play it as it lays. Dad.
HUNTER: Daughter.
CHLOE: You seem utterly unfazed.
HUNTER: A side effect of sheer stupefaction.
CHLOE: In case you were running out of things to talk to Doc about.
Hunter smiles.
HUNTER: Buckle up, sweetheart.
They buckle up, Hunter starts engine, backs Rover out of frame.
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