"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Nissan Versa sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Shepard made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Monterrey, and it's about six miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start going off, then. Which way is west?"
"Yo ho ho, we're not going to walk to Monterrey."
"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 Ticket Lodge."
"I didn't find Shepard 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 rumored valiantly.
"Who says?. So, what is this place? Glidden's private resort?"
They had been creeping down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a marsh.
"Let's go down to that spring and wait," he intimated. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Glidden wraiths don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a rubber band or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?