"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Nissan Maxima sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Chuck made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Brisbane, and it's about twelve miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start prancing off, then. Which way is east?"
"Ten-four, we're not going to walk to Brisbane."
"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 Amulet Lodge."
"I didn't find Chuck 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 implored gleefully.
"Oh joy. So, what is this place? McCord's private resort?"
They had been swinging down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a hayfield.
"Let's go down to that stone and wait," he repeated. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the McCord dunderheads don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a paddle or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?