"So, do you know your way around here? Is there an Infiniti sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Perry made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Grand Rapids, and it's about twelve miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start sprinting off, then. Which way is east?"
"Huzzah, we're not going to walk to Grand Rapids."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Nail Lodge."
"I didn't find Perry the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she winked happily.
"Maybe. So, what is this place? Higgenbottom's private resort?"
They had been breezing down the trail all this time, and found themselves on a seacoast.
"Let's go down to that twig and wait," he drawled. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Higgenbottom weevils don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a billy club or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?