Her first thought was to walk.
It’s not like she can just take mom’s car and drive. First because she doesn’t know how to drive, and second because Amelia took the car when she went out before disappearing. Claire hasn’t seen it anywhere, even on those occasions where she left the motel and wandered around town. The whole not being able to drive part also stops her from just stealing someone else’s car and going.
It’s now on the top of the list of things she wants to learn, that’s for sure.
So she goes right to the idea of walking. The fact that she can think of a dozen different dangers, both mundane and supernatural right off the top of her head doesn’t deter her. It’s actually Google Maps that deters her.
Four days and thirteen hours of walking? Even if she spent part of it hitchhiking, she would still have to walk for part of it and that did not sound fun in the slightest. She doesn’t have too many options but… well, she still has her mother’s credit card. She’s not entirely sure how much longer she can keep charging things to it, but once more shouldn’t hurt, right?
She can’t do much from the motel’s shitty computer at reception, mostly because she’s still pretending that her mom is around even though everyone knows she’s not. It’s… a thing. So she books it back to her room and gets all her stuff together, and all the stuff her mother left behind.
It doesn’t take long; she’s been prepared to leave for ages now. And then she is out the door and dropping the keys off at the front desk. To her relief no one is there to see her go, so no one is there to see that they were all right: her mom is gone.
Kirksville doesn’t have a greyhound, but she’s spent enough time on google figuring out the closest station. Getting there from Kirksville might be a bit of an adventure but she’s sure she can do it. And now that she actually knows where Becky lives she’s got a solid plan.
She pulls out her phone to let Becky know.