This was foothill country. There were some amazing rolling hills and that sort of thing, but he wasn't interested. It was getting late, and he had wanted to be at the hotel by six. It was getting dark earlier and earlier. The road was narrow and curvy, too, because it was foothill country. Things like this could really get to you. It's hard when things aren't going just right.

When he thought about it, though, it didn't really matter. He would get to the hotel eventually, and everything would be the same as if he had gotten there earlier.

Now that he was relaxed, he could enjoy the scenery. There was a strange man walking to an abandoned building, so he thought about that for a while.