Sam wished that they would hurry up. His feet had gone numb minutes ago but it felt like hours. Of course, it wasn’t as if he had done an expert job of giving directions to his whereabouts. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other anxiously. Finally, he heard a familiar voice calling out his name.
“Kurt?” He replied in response. “Kurt, I’m over here!” Sam walked almost gingerly to the opening of the alleyway he had turned into his hiding-place. He was pretty certain that it was still a crime in Kansas to wander about naked and he didn’t much want to spend time in the local jail.
Sam peeked around the corner to see a Jeep. A big smile of relief formed on his face and he gave a wave to indicate he was, in fact, there.