It was roughly a day and a half drive from Blackrock to Fairfield. Sam had stayed for a few hours in a Motel 6, popping pills to knock her out long enough so that she wouldn't be nodding off behind the wheel.
During the morning Sam had spent an hour on the phone with her foster mom Kathy. It had felt good for the two of them to catch up, and for Sam to vent about being dismissed from work for a week. Kathy threatened to kick the captain's ass but Sam talked her down. The conversation had then turned to Uncle Brewin, who hadn't gotten any better. At least he hadn't gotten any worse. Not yet. Both Sam and Kathy knew at this point that their old friend was living on borrowed time.
On that somber note, Kathy had wished Sam well on her "research mission" and the two ended their call.