"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Saturn sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Grover made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Greeley, and it's about sixteen miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start ambling off, then. Which way is east?"
"Aha, we're not going to walk to Greeley."
"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 Cane Lodge."
"I didn't find Grover 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 mused dreamily.
"W00t. So, what is this place? Bede's private resort?"
They had been running down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a pasture.
"Let's go down to that raspberry bush and wait," he prattled. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Bede shrimps don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a stethoscope or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?