A small smile crept out at the corners of her mouth and I relaxed at the knowledge that my caused hurt had been mended. She took my hand again and we started on.
"Are you going to tell me yet why we're walking along this endless corridor of agriculture with no apparent end in sight? Where are we anyway?" Zora asked in exasperation with the endless fields that lay around us that offered no hint as to a probable destination.
"I told you. I have no control over this transport from one place to the next. We were in Greece and now it would seem that we're somewhere in either Nebraska, Kansas or maybe even Iowa. Your guess is as good as mine." I said at a lack for knowing anything past what she did.
"Maybe he can help us." Zora commented.
"Who?" I asked.
She pointed ahead, "Him."
I looked ahead and in the distance over the flat plain I saw a crossroads and parked in the middle of the intersection was a car with a man standing in front of it leaning back against the hood in an apparent mood of despondency. The man's head was tilted forward as if in deep thought.
The situation seemed promising enough. We had one more field's width to pass before we got to the man at the crossroads.
I sighed. Straw really would've looked great in Zora's hair.
I felt a tug on my hand and I turned my head to Zora and her laughing eyes, "If it's that big of a fantasy Elon I'll risk the bugs and snakes some day to indulge you, but not today."
I grinned and said, "I could always just buy a bale of straw and spread it out over top of a mattress."
She rolled her eyes at me and I said, "Hey I'm only trying to make it work for you honey."
"It might not work so well having to clean it up Elon."
"Perhaps not, but I bet it would be fun."
As we drew closer to the man I had a pretty good idea as to what the man's profession was. He was a pastor, if his Sunday finery was anything to go by. He appeared to be a rather depressed pastor.
"Can I help you Sir?" I asked cordially as Zora and I came to a stop before the man, who gave a start and looked up at us blinking his eyes in surprise. It was apparent that he had been lost in thought and perhaps prayer.
The man didn't know what to make of our sudden appearance in the middle of nowhere at that, but he knew something was Divinely inspired in the situation. He looked like he wanted to talk, but didn't know where to start.