The right blinker clicking stopped after Sean Don straightened out his truck. Now he didn't know where to check next. He wondered if stoppping for that soccer ball and fish tank had ruined his chances at getting Jack before he had left the diner.

Sean felt bad about this but then realized that there had been no guarantees that Jack had been at the diner to begin with. Just a wild guess on Sean's part. He yawned. Was tired. Wanted to go home. But how bad would it look if Jack came through the door, coveed in sweat from the walke, and he, Sean, was just sleeping in bed.

So he just drove around. The only thing that made him feel good during this was the free soccer ball and fish tank he had found. Who in their right minds would leave out such good things as though they were garbage. Sean could only assume that the people had fallen onto hard times and could no longer afford to keep the fish or have time to play soccer. This was his imagination. Maybe a parent had died. Or worse, a kid. He shook his head and tried to get his mind out of this loop; told himself, okay what route might Sean walk if he walked home.