"I hope so to..". Ben was worried and didn't like this part of town. He received the text and copied the address and googled it and got a map to it on his phone. He started heading that way when he saw the van pull over. No. Oh no please. Don't let them be having engine issues. Ben could fix almost anything but he wouldn't want to fix on the side of this busy road and in this questionable neighborhood. He pulled off to the side down the road just a few yards and looked in his mirror again and saw someone getting in the van. He twisted around to take a better look and saw someone grabbing they're stuff. "Looks like we picked up a hitch hiker. Hope they like SoCal..." When he saw Zac was ready to go, he started heading toward the address he was given. They were finally out of the questionable neighborhood and into a nicer and quieter part of New York City. Ben's phone said turn left at the light and he was on the wrong side of the road, he crossed over a couple lanes of traffic and got flipped off by 3 different drivers. Trying to sink into his sink so he can't be seen he waved his hand out as an apology. He wasn't use to this much traffic. He finally turned and pulled up to the apartment complex. He pulled into a parking space that had a free space next to it and shut off the car. He was interested in the hitch hiker. He got out of the driver seat and stretched out the stiffness in his back and arms. He twirled his keys around his finger as he walked to the trunk, he put in the trunk key and twisted and the trunk opened up so people could get their luggage. He grabbed his skateboard and waited for everyone else.