EXT. LOS ANGELES - BUS STOP - MORNING.
Kyle is sat on a bench smoking a cigarette, a duffle bag next to him. He looks healthier than when we last saw him, if rather tired.
A WOMAN and her DAUGHTER approach. Kyle notices them and takes his duffle bag off the bench and sets it onto the floor beside his feet.
The woman nods and smiles, acknowledging the polite gesture. She sits beside him and hands a stuffed bear to her daughter to play with.
Kyle takes another drag of his cigarette, ignoring them. The smoke wafts past the Woman and she scowls.
Excuse me, would you mind --?
(indicates Kyle's cig)
Oh, no problem.
He stubs it out.
(to woman's daughter)
She hugs the bear to her, as though afraid the he might try and steal it.
Kyle's cellphone rings. He digs it out of the pocket of his jeans.
Yeah, I'm there now, where are you? Really? Hang on.
He looks up, spots an old Kombi van amongst the approaching traffic and waves excitedly. The woman watches him, bemused.
The van pulls up. Kyle hops off the bench and snatches his duffel bag off of the ground.
Hey, should you be --?
The driver of the van gets out. SARAH, early 50s, an aging hippie type, hugs Kyle tightly. After a moment Kyle returns her embrace, relaxing.
Sarah pulls back, looks him up and down.
You look great Kyle, real good.
You sound surprised.
Sarah shrugs, slightly awkward.
Well, come on, we're blocking the bus lane.
He climbs into the passenger seat while Sarah puts his duffel bag in the back.
Is that all you're bringing?