Ethan almost couldn't keep from rolling his eyes at Danny's casual dismissal of his question. Of course, having them squeezed shut airtight during Danny's supremely uncalled-for demonstration of his car's brake system helped a lot. Suddenly he felt the vehicle rolling backward, and Ethan decided he didn't want to see anymore of California until it stopped moving. He was quite adamant in his decision, and absolutely nothing was going to break his resolve.<br/><br/>Fortunately, his resolve didn't need to last very long. His heart sank back down into its general residence as he sensed the car come to a (relatively) easy halt. One eye peeked open as the *click-chunk* of the driver's side door sounded. Ethan was about to apologize for his assumption, but Danny was already out of the car and sprinting toward the entrance of a hospital.<br/><br/>"...other guy...wait, what?" He said, mumbling to himself in the empty car.<br/><br/>He was still piecing things together when only a few moments after Danny rushed inside, a doctor exited with a wheelchair-bound man in tow. Ethan didn't even notice their approach until they were right next to the car, the bandaged fellow in the chair quickly climbing into the backseat with a ragged-looking backpack clutched in his hands.<br/><br/>"Hey, I'm Linwood, Linwood Echard," the other man said, and Ethan's lifelong instinct for courtesy kicked in. He shifted in his seat and offered a hand. "I'm Ethan Daniels, g-good to meet you," he said, and despite his confusion he managed to force a little cheerfulness into his voice. "So, you're uh, here for the convention too?" He asked, eying the man's moderately bloody bandage. "From the looks of things, you've had about the same sort of day as I have..."<em>'And if the drive to the hotel is anything like the drive here, it ain't over yet.</em>'