Adelfonsus’ boots crunched on the balled up snow of the pavement. They finally made it to Vancouver. After some much encouraging from Fonsus, his sister drove them to the Canadian city. It was a two hour drive, shoved in the back of her ford truck. Fonsus held the door open as his two friends climbed out. He slammed it shut and waved to his sister. She honked twice before peeling off. The agreed time was a 6pm pickup at the same spot so they could be home for dinner and his mother wouldn’t get any ideas of their whereabouts.

“Right.” Fonsus said. He adjusted the beanie on his head, pulling it down to cover the tips of his ears. He clapped his hands together suddenly, waking himself up and startling the others. He cleared his throat. 

“Rich, uh, do you have the address? Oh, wait. It might be in here.” He swung off the backpack he brought with. In it was some valuable items such as a paper map, pencils, Canadian cash, some snacks and water, and, of course, a scrap piece of paper with the Vancouver address where they were hoping to find Prof. Crowley. (he kept the bag spare…in case they needed to swipe some things. Like a book Richard might think would help them with the painting project.)

“Yup.” He zipped up the pack and whipped out his phone. With a few taps, they had their GPS running. “It’s going to be the general location, so we’ll have to keep an eye for what we’re looking for… It’s a half an hour walk. You guys ready?”