Lori was gone.

Sean O'Neill spent about a full hour letting himself feel like crap about it before deciding to get the hell out of Sacramento. Between all the new rules there, and his girl leaving, he just didn't feel like there was much for him there. So he hotwired the first fast looking car he saw and jumped on Interstate 15 on a straight burn south to Nevada. He holed up in the desert, a mile out of Baker, and the night after he left Sacramento found him arriving in Las Vegas.

Streets lit up so bright that it almost reminded Sean of the daytime he hadn't seen in over twenty years. America's proud home of degeneration and debauchery. Sean predicted that he'd settle in just fine, meanwhile wondering whether the tourists or the locals had sweeter blood.

He imagined, in time, that he'd meet up with local Kindred authorities but, until then, fuck it. It was happening in Vegas and Sean was there to stay.