His first thought was Sam and he cursed himself for it. He'd thought he was past slamming his hand down on the shoulder of every kid who just happened to look like Sam, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he'd made it all up and his brother was still out there, but each time he was wrong.

And this time he was wrong too, but there was something else about this wrong that wasn't settling right on his shoulders. It lay somewhat in the way the guy had been looking at his car, and somewhat in his own intuition, saying that there was something more beneath the surface, something else lurking there that he recognized in some aspect, all at the same time.

So he just stared, the wheels in his head spinning as he tried to figure out what exactly it was he was looking at.