[Joan pushes the cart across the parking lot toward the car, deliberately insisting she stay calm. He's fine. She hasn't been that long, the car seems to have all its windows, he's not going to suffocate or bake in the car on a day like this. He's fine.
When she gets to the car, she keeps herself from checking on him, instead popping the trunk. She starts transferring bags from the cart to the trunk. With each movement back and forth, she shifts a couple things from bag to bag. By the time everything is in the trunk, she has one bag with clothes and the cell, one bag with Gatorade and potato chips. She picks up those two bags, opens the back door, and sets them on top of the blanket over Sherlock. She brings the cart to the corral, comes back and gets into the car, starts it, and heads out of the parking lot.]
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When she gets to the car, she keeps herself from checking on him, instead popping the trunk. She starts transferring bags from the cart to the trunk. With each movement back and forth, she shifts a couple things from bag to bag. By the time everything is in the trunk, she has one bag with clothes and the cell, one bag with Gatorade and potato chips. She picks up those two bags, opens the back door, and sets them on top of the blanket over Sherlock. She brings the cart to the corral, comes back and gets into the car, starts it, and heads out of the parking lot.]