Broken Boulder el torito

A few days meant a lifetime. So much could have already happened, or have been happening, or been in the process of beginning to happen -- if they were going to leave, they would have to do it sooner rather than later. I stayed local, Queenie muttered, now pacing steadily back and forth as she thought up a plan, I spent a night south of here, but I came back the morning after. Maybe they followed me there?