We met them half way. The man said, "Welcome to Tuxtla. We are Juan and Flora Gomez. We met and married ourselves after the Day. There are six more in...our group. Who are you and where did you come from?"I said in Spanish, "I am Arnoldo Ralston and this is my wife, Maria. We met in El Salvador after the Day. We married ourselves, too."Maria's brother and his wife were killed by marauders shortly after we started from San Salvador. San Salvador had been taken over by gangs. We are headed for the. His paces were slow and long in the slashing grey rain that came from behind. He had chosen his direction on the simple premise that one direction was as good as another and walking with the wind was less difficult.Eventually nightfall came just as he looked down on a large house that nestled in a tiny cove. A single yellow light blazed from a window, beckoning him to advance and find shelter from the storm. For a moment he savoured what was likely to be his last moments of fugitive freedom,. He walked along the esplanade which fortunately was not too crowded at this time of the day as most of the locals were still enjoying their midday siesta. He continued on south until he reached the river, he was now on the boundary of his local knowledge in terms of geography, he looked behind him at the large predominant spier of a church, and decided that would be his compass if he got lost.On the southern side of the river the smell and the poverty was far more obvious, bleak faces stared up. You did notice that he was there today didn’t you?” she said. He looked up.“No!”“Well, he was. He did his best not to be recognized, but I saw him and recognized him almost right away. I kind of expected him to come, so I was looking for him. I don’t know why he came, had to be hard for him, but he did,” she said.“Jesus! Hard? It had to be brutal for him!” he said.“Hmm, I would guess so,” she said, “especially him seeing Jenna all into it and everything.”“Oh yes!” he said. “Had to be a killer.