"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a panel truck sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Barry made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Plano, and it's about eight miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start trekking off, then. Which way is west?"
"Excellent, we're not going to walk to Plano."
"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 Cotton ball Lodge."
"I didn't find Barry 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 voiced innocently.
"Eh. So, what is this place? Halperin's private resort?"
They had been zooming down the trail all this time, and found themselves on a grassy knoll.
"Let's go down to that tree branch and wait," he reacted. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Halperin simpletons don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a scimitar or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?