As I confine myself to the small quarters of this little car in this little town, I take out a piece of paper to make note of the sudden gust of people leaving the parking lot this hot summer night. Their reasoning: unknown. Their identity: unknown. Nothing I have learned so far has helped myself and it seems like there is nothing that can be done. I don't question what I do, that isn't my job. My job is to question this small clique of people and their activities over the course of the next few weeks.

As I sit, pen in one hand and gum in the next, engines start. I quickly turn to see the growing lights approach my car until my little world in my little car in this little town turned head over heels into the major problem I was warned about.