Joshua just sighed and raised his hands up for a dramatic shrug. "Well then, suit yourself. Anyway, who's to say Little River won't get here soon, right? Then it'll be like home."
But if people didn't want company, then it was okay. Joshua wasn't going to force it. The corner was within a few steps' reach so patting Simon twice on his shoulder, he started towards it, still determined to find his World Trade Center. "I guess I'll see you around, Doc. Good luck."
He turned back to Simon, "And thanks for the warm welcome." What was New York, after all, without the warm welcomes? Then turning back to his path, he began to hum to Frank Sinatra's New York, New York...