"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Cadillac Escalade sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Vilmer made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Dubai, and it's about twelve miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start breezing off, then. Which way is west?"
"Crikey, we're not going to walk to Dubai."
"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 Sack Lodge."
"I didn't find Vilmer 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 interrupted miserably.
"Aaah. So, what is this place? Edwards's private resort?"
They had been tumbling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a field.
"Let's go down to that tree branch and wait," he began. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Edwards wannabes don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a pair of bare hands or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?