Blitz was holding onto Bills neck as he listened in on the conversation behind him. A small bead of sweat had rolled down his neck at the start of the ride as he had been told to head north. The sun set in the east right? Or was it west? He sort of did a meany miny moe in his head between the two directions before finally pulling Bill to face what he hoped was north.

Thus far no one had corrected him, so he figured he was going the right way.