. well, even before that there wasn't much going on, and so... I don't really know." She looked around even more lost than before.I smiled and rubbed ...er arm gently, trying to ease her mind a little. "Well," I said, "maybe I can help you with that."She stared at me for a moment, as everything in her wanted to protest and run away. Still, in the end, curiosity overcame her fear, and maybe something told her to just go with the flow this time, so she just nodded and smiled as I took her by the. She pulled into the Indian Reservation Station, directly in front of the soda machine. Lynn turned the car key off and the motor quit. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and with her other hand released the door handle. The car door swung open and she rolled out of the low riding Saab. Her blouse was soaking wet across her back. Lynn shut the car door and slung her purse strap over her shoulder. Then pulled her shirt outward, shaking it to allow air to her skin and to shed the. They also brought me snacks and water. Next door, it seemed that everyone was still asleep. There was one guy in a patio chair sitting under a tree about a hundred feet from the chain-link gate across their driveway near the street. I realized that they had an eight-foot chain link fence surrounding the farmhouse, about a hundred feet from the house. I’d never even noticed that my neighbors had the fence. There was a second lookout on the front porch. That one had a scoped hunting rifle next to. They finally took shelter in an inviting looking building shortly after 8 PM. They were tired, frustrated, a bit wet from the strange cold drizzle, and more than anything else profoundly confused. If only their phones would work! But at least their new location was providing some welcome amenities, a kitchen and dining facilities and a large lounge area with an adjacent restroom facility. The building’s interior was very strange, multi-level hexagonal rooms joined by spiraling oval.