New Orleans, Louisiana - Rockport, Texas, 2016<br/><br/>The flight from New Orleans to Austin only took an hour and twenty minutes, not bad for a last minute booking. Using the time during the flight to meditate, Jean thought over the few details he had been given. It was going to be dangerous, that much was obvious.<br/><br/>When the plane landed at the airport, he quickly arranged for a rental car for the nearly three and a half hour drive. The drive gave him time to clear his mind and get into the head space he would need -- namely driving away distracting thoughts and muttering the prayers he had known for years for protection for both himself and his team.<br/><br/>Stopping once along the way to check his phone and bring some feeling back into his legs he read the message Josie had sent and sent back his own.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Nearly at Rockport, maybe an hour left to go.'</span>Sighing, he leaned against the hood of the black Toyota Corolla and ran a hand through his hair and across his face, rubbing his eyes. Soon he climbed back in and drove the final stretch to the town.<br/><br/>Once in Rockport, Jean parked the car in the lot of a hotal and pulled up a map of the place on his phone and made a mental note of the important buildings and areas. He soon got out and decided to take a walk around to start getting to know the area, maybe meet some of the locals while he was at it. But first, he had to call Anabelle and let her know he had arrived safely.<br/><br/>"Jean! Are you okay?" The hasty reply met his ear as soon as she picked up.<br/>Chuckling, he replied. "Yes, my dear. I have merely arrived in Rockport -- nothing more. I was simply checking in with you, letting you know I had arrived safely." He heard the soft sigh from the other end.<br/>"Alright, but keep me informed. If you need anything let me know, okay?" Jean agreed and said goodbye, hanging up and sliding the phone back into his pocket. God he missed her but some things had to come first, that they both knew.