One more turn of the dial landed him on a station spinning out old classics. The kind that poured fire through speakers even decades later.
"This next one's for anyone driving through LA at sunset, feeling like the world's both too big and too small. Here's 'Stairway to Heaven.'"
The raw guitar riffs of a rock legend filled the car, wrapping around him like fire and smoke. He smiled, finally satisfied, and let the music ride with him.
Sunset blazing in the background, skyscrapers gleaming with amber light, Rex merged onto the main boulevard, the boulevard stretched ahead, congested with the usual LA peak-hour madness, but Rex wove through it like water slipping between stones.
